Dongheng City has no night, only poor people who haven’t yet been burned to death by the neon lights.
This is the buffet of capitalist behemoths:
They feast on the futures of buildings, the kidneys of young people, and the thirty seconds food delivery riders spend waiting at a red light.
And Lin Qingyun, a rider chewed down to the bone by fate,
has decided to flip the table and turn the diners into the next items on the menu.
He spends ten years setting the board, putting himself on it, too.
When you open this book, remember:
The thrills are candy, revenge is a blade. When the sugar coating shatters,
the blade may be pointed at the beast inside you.
