Five years ago, he was China's most powerful Dragon Soul special operations captain. However, due to a well-planned betrayal, he watched thirty of his comrades perished in the sea of fire in the Middle East. He was even stigmatized as a "command error" and was crushed from the clouds into the dust. Five years later, he was huddled in the city streets, his clothes as ragged as a beggar, and his heart as gray as a wandering ghost, until that rainy night - Jiang Xue, the president of the Jiang Group, reached out to him, and the lurking killer was putting the blade to her throat. At that moment, the silent war nerves roared in the blood, and under the faded military coat, murderous intent reared its head like a dragon. When the dagger of the international killer Venomous Scorpion was broken by two fingers, and when Wang Hu of the Huxiao Group knelt down and shouted "Chinese God of War" tremblingly, the world finally woke up: this beggar's broken bowl contained the fighting spirit of Jiuxiao that once frightened foreign mercenaries! Lin Jiuxiao dusted off his shoulders, his eyes like the moon reflected in a cold pond: "What you took away five years ago, I want you to return it on your knees with interest."
