Seven years ago, there was a cleanup at the Linhai Old Port. Lin Chenzhou watched helplessly as his eldest brother who had led him into Taoism was buried alive in a cement pier. Three of his ribs were broken and he was thrown into the sea.
Seven years later, he returned from Nanyang, took his three brothers who had died among the dead, and stepped back into this city that eats people without spitting out bones.
Underground boxing rings, freight terminals, nightclub betting, black gold lending, cross-border passages... The old forces are entrenched like iron, but the new order is cracking open.
What he wanted to do was never take revenge.
He wanted to drag the people who buried people from their high positions one by one, and then step on their bones to sit on the chair that no one dared to sit firmly on.
But the more he went up, the more he discovered that what was hidden behind that "purge" was not a human life, but a whole web of cannibalism.
