Winter in Beijiang City comes faster than elsewhere.
The night wind passed through the city along the ice surface of the Songbei River, picking up fine pieces of frost and hitting the iron railings of the river embankment, making a crisp sound. At the end of the pier, a broken street light flashed twice. When it came on for the third time, a figure stood under the light.
He was wearing an old cotton coat, with fine snow falling on his shoulders, and he was holding a large, used monkey wrench in his hand. The tools commonly used by workers in the old-fashioned steel mills were held by him like daily gadgets.
His name is——
Qiao Chenglie.
The brothers in Jiangbei all call him:
"Qiao Si".
That was later.
In the dark underground world of this city, his name will be tied to countless legends: iron fist, fighting, betrayal, brotherhood, the price of power...
But in the winter of this year, he was just an inconspicuous person in Shuanghe District, making a living by repairing cars, running errands, and doing things for others.
But tonight, something will quietly change his fate.
Just like the lightless boat floating at the end of the pier, it traveled along the undertow without making any sound.
Qiao Chenglie slowly raised his head and looked at the sparsely lit old city on the other side of the river.
He doesn't know who he will become in the future.
He only knows——
In this era, it's cold enough to eat people, and it's cold enough to make a ruthless person.
