In 1999, the eve of the millennium, the streets of the old city of Longcheng were barbaric and chaotic.
In the eyes of neighbors, auto mechanic Chen Mo is a standard "softhead".
When the stall was smashed by gangsters, he could hand out cigarettes with a smile on his face; when the gangster collecting protection money pointed his nose and cursed, he would just lower his head and empty his pockets.
Everyone thought that as long as he held his dependent sister, Chen Mo would be a dead dog that could be stepped on casually.
Until one day.
The gangster who threatened to take his sister to a nightclub to pay off her debt died in an extremely coincidental "serial accident" on a rainy night.
The police investigated for a whole month, and the conclusion in the file was only three words: accidental death.
Only Chen Mo himself knows——
The three-millimetre-worn nut on the brake line, the tattered billboard in the alley that just blocked the surveillance camera, and the anonymous phone call made at a precise time... Were all deduced hundreds of times in his old notebook stained with engine oil.
In this era where gold is everywhere but there is a sense of recklessness, some people fight with their fists and some fight with their backgrounds.
As for Chen Mo, he only has a mind that lacks fear and is extremely rational, as well as the morbid coldness engraved in his bones hidden under the skin of an honest man.
He is not aggressive or ruthless, he just likes to play games.
"I wanted to keep my status as a low-level loser, but you insisted on tearing apart my disguise."
…
Many years later.
When Chen Mo, with his meticulously combed back hair and a well-tailored haute couture suit, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the tallest building in Dragon City, overlooking the entire city.
Those once arrogant arenas
Reader comments
The front is okay, the back is average. It should have been written by two people.
The front is okay, the back is average. It should have been written by two people.
It's good to come on👏