In 1995, he knelt in front of his father's body and swore that he would never be poor again in his life.
In 2003, he sat on the beach all night holding his daughter's body.
In 2015, in court, he was asked: Do you regret it?
He looked at the policeman who had been chasing him for twenty years in the gallery and smiled.
"No one wins," the policeman said.
Twenty years. A city. A fateful showdown between two people.
This is not the history of a hero's fortune, but the story of how an era crushes one person, and how one person crushes everyone.
