There are some roads from which there is no retreat; there are certain situations where entering a situation means life or death.
The night is like ink, enveloping the hustle and bustle and glitz of Jiangcheng, an international metropolis.
The neon lights along Linjiang Avenue pierce the darkness, the glass curtain walls of high-rise buildings reflect the light, the traffic is endless, and every inch of the air is filled with the smell of money, power and desire. This is the heart of Jiangcheng, the pinnacle that countless people strive to climb to, and the battlefield where Chen Yan sets foot again after five years.
