The heavy iron door of Jiangcheng Prison slowly opened with a clang, and the cold wind smelling of rust instantly enveloped the man who walked out.
Chen Mo was wearing an old coat that had been washed white, and his figure was as tall as a pine tree. His face did not have the malaise of having been in a prison for a long time, but only a kind of coldness that had accumulated for five years. He raised his hand to close his collar, and his fingertips touched the rough fabric, but his eyes crossed the empty square and landed on the familiar asphalt road outside the prison.
Five years ago, he was "Brother Mo" who was respected by everyone in Jiangcheng's underground world. He founded "Motang" and controlled most of Jiangcheng's gray industries. He had thousands of brothers under his command. He worked vigorously and resolutely, but never touched the elderly and children, and he had an excellent reputation at the bottom. But a well-planned "drug trafficking case" caused him to fall from the clouds into the quagmire. He was sentenced to ten years. Now he is released from prison with a reduced sentence due to good behavior in prison, exactly five years.
"Hey, isn't this Brother Mo? Why, after five years in prison, you still want to return to Jiangcheng to show off your power?" A joking voice came from the side.
