Shen Ye, the craziest swordsman in Nancheng, had his hand tendons cut off and thrown into a smelly ditch. Everyone thought he was useless. Three years later, he returned with scars all over his body, and no one recognized that this taciturn man was the mad dog he had been. While the enemies were drinking and chatting, Shen Ye pushed open the door of the box, holding a rusty knife in his hand: "Don't be afraid, I just want to ask - who has the final say in this alley now?"
