Eight years ago, he was the sharpest blade on the front lines of the war on drugs, code-named "Nightfall."
After retiring, he became Lu Ming, the owner of a hardware store, with a loving wife and an adorable daughter.
He thought the dust had settled and the past had rusted away.
Until the day of his seventh wedding anniversary. He came home with a cake and opened the door...
His daughter had a knife buried in her chest. His wife lay naked and dead in the bathroom.
Nothing had been stolen. This was an act of revenge and humiliation.
Then the "one of us" who hurried to the scene bore the mark of the "Moon Scar" spoken of by a drug lord.
At that moment, Lu Ming died.
The one who crawled back from hell was Lu Yuan, a man even ghosts feared.
If the law can't wash away dirty blood, then he'll use even dirtier hands to send them to hell.
If the belief that once protected others has long since rusted and fallen apart, then let that rust become the epitaph carved into the bones of every traitor.
"Three years later, a taboo circulates among overseas drug lords:
You'd be better off wanted in ten countries than answering a call from the 'Rusty Badge.'"
And the last target he hunts is... the very man who personally pinned a medal on him all those years ago.
