Du hated his father for eighteen years.
In his memory, the shoe repairman with a broken arm was disgustingly cowardly - he was stepped on by a gangster in a puddle on a rainy day, his face was covered in blood, but he was still smiling at him.
He didn't know where his father's scars came from.
I don't know how the severed arm was lost.
I don't even know where my mother went.
All he knew was that he wanted to escape.
Until his father died, the old neighbor said something before his death:
"Your father... Was the king here."
Twenty years ago, Chen Jianghai covered the sky with one hand.
His sworn brother Zhou Mingfang rebelled and surrounded the old house to destroy his entire family.
Chen Jianghai knelt down.
He exchanged his arm for his son's life.
Zhou Mingfang didn't kill him.
Let him live and be stepped on every day.
More painful than death.
Chen Du didn't cry.
He held his father's urn in his arms and got on the train south.
Years later, he returns.
Behind him are people working for him underground throughout the South.
Some debts must be paid with blood.
Some scars will never go away.
