Iron Bone, the Wandering Boxer's Counterattack

On a rainy night when he was thirteen years old, Chen Mo climbed out of the iron fence of the orphanage with burns all over his back. During the more than seven hundred days and nights he lived on the street, he learned to tear open food packages with his teeth, smash the window glass with his knuckles, and bear the heavy blows from the steel pipe with his spine - until that fateful summer night, when he crashed into the Zhenhua Boxing Gym covered in blood and punched the dying sandbag. This is not a simple counterattack story. When the drunken retired boxer Lao Lin took in this wild boy, no one thought that this young man who couldn't even wear boxing gloves would set off a revolution in professional boxing ten years later. From the steel cage of underground black boxing to the octagonal arena of UFC, Chen Mo wrote his own legend with the sound of breaking bones. But the real fight is always outside the ring. The bets of the capital tycoons, the bias of the referee committee, the image of "ghetto thugs" deliberately exaggerated by the media... When this lone wolf without a team or sponsorship made it all the way to the championship, what awaited him was the encirclement and suppression of the entire system. And his only weapons were the "iron fist" that made all experts sneer, and the scorching gazes of millions of street teenagers behind him. "They said my fists were not standardized enough," Chen Mo raised his scarred right hand under the spotlight, "but it is these crooked phalanges that tell the world - rules are meant to be broken."