After I was released from prison, I worked as an electrician incognito, thinking I could get over it.
Until that day, nine Maybachs blocked the entire street, and the old troops knelt down and shouted "Second Brother". The brother who took the blame for me back then has become the underground emperor. He handed over the blood-stained scepter in front of everyone: "Old Mo, I have been waiting for you for eight years."
After my first love slapped me, I burst into tears: "Don't leave me this time." But the knife in the dark was already pressed against my back.
It turns out that the hand holding the wrench must eventually hold the scepter.
So wonderful