1984, Kowloon Walled City.
Nineteen-year-old Chen Mancang was knocked awake in a back alley. Three days ago, he delivered a batch of goods for the boss. The goods arrived, but the money was gone. Two hundred thousand, no one alive, no dead body.
The boss said: "You have been with me for three years and it's worth two hundred thousand?"
He put out the cigarette butt on Mancang's trouser leg and asked his brother to continue smashing it. When he hit it for the third time, Mancang shouted something he had never shouted in his life.
After that sound, he was no longer the same Chen Mancang.
He had to find his money, he had to survive, and there was a woman waiting for him to come home for dinner in the tin house on the rooftop.
But after further investigation, I found out that the money robbers were not outsiders, but my brothers; the meat eaters were not minions, but big bosses. This pool of water is deep enough to drown a person.
Some people advised him to stop, saying that he should not risk his life.
He said: Death is also fate.
