Lin Chuan has been delivering takeout for three years. He lives in a run-down apartment with rent of just 600 yuan a month, and every day he gets fined, hit with bad reviews, and slowly bled dry by the city.
He thought he was simply unlucky, simply poor, simply unable to earn enough.
Then, on a night of torrential rain, he stumbled into a silent gray city.
There, late deliveries grew fangs, bills dripped blood, and complaints, rent, performance reviews, medical expenses, credit... all turned into living monsters.
Only then did Lin Chuan realize that ordinary people’s poverty was never an accident. It was the result of an entire system of rules, carefully designed to drain them dry.
From that day on, he started keeping accounts, seeing through the schemes, and fighting back.
By day, he is the most inconspicuous delivery rider in the city;
by night, he carries a blade forged from his ledger into that man-eating gray city, cutting apart its predatory rules one slash at a time.
He wants more than to turn his life around. More than to make money.
He wants to tear away the city’s mild-mannered, respectable facade and reclaim ordinary people’s savings, dignity, a way out, and a future.
Because when poverty is turned into a weapon, running isn’t perseverance.
It’s escape.
