In this "big boiler world" ruled by huge brass pipes and high-pressure steam, human life is fuel and dignity is waste.
Chen Xu was a happy low-level maintenance worker. His biggest dream was to save enough money to help his father redeem the mechanical right arm that was given to the sect, and to replace his frail mother with a better lung filter.
Until that day, he dug out a black briquette that didn't beat but was as cold as ice from the malfunctioning boiler known as the "Heart of the Gods."
That was the day when the superior "Iron Law Sect" convicted his family of stealing sacred objects.
There is no such thing as thirty years in the east of Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. There is only the current blood debt to be paid with blood.
"Don't mention the big picture to me. I'm a human being. If you touch my family, I will dismantle your boiler. Even if this boiler... Is made by God."
This is a story about a little man, carrying a big wrench, smashing this rusty world to pieces.
