In the twenty-seventh year of the Republic of China, the Jinmen Pier was full of fish and dragons, and the neon lights of the foreign-style buildings in the concession could not illuminate the blood in the mud. He crawled out from the sea of blood from the mountain of corpses. The scars on his body were medals for survival, and his cold eyes could see through the ghosts of people's hearts. Without a glorious family background or a decent livelihood, he clutched a rusty knife and tore at the cracks between gang wars and collusion between government and businessmen.
He robs when he's hungry, fights when he's poor, and kills when he's ruthless. He doesn't believe in morality, only his fists. He is familiar with the tricks of deception and deception, and he plays the game of intrigue more ruthlessly than anyone else. His brother's betrayal made him feel the piercing pain, and his lover's calculations made him see through the hypocrisy. In this dirty city where the sun never shines, kindness is original sin and weakness is a dead end.
He stepped on the bones of his enemies and climbed up, watering his way out with blood. From a gangster on the dock to a powerful hero, he stepped on the tip of a knife every step of the way. The dark fire is setting a prairie fire, but what cannot be burned away is the fierceness in the bones; the turbulent waves are overwhelming, but what cannot be dissipated is the fierce light in the eyes. The world is full of black and white, but he wants to fight his way through the darkness and live his life as the King of Hell that others dare not mess with.
