In the ten-mile foreign market, under the neon lights, people in suits and leather shoes mingled with each other, and it was also a life-or-death fight in the dark alley with fists and fists breaking through the air. Chen Qingyang, who was carrying a lost secret, wandered from the north and stepped into the world of Shanghai, which was full of money and wealth. He thought that national martial arts was dead and that all that was left was a gorgeous skeleton for people to admire. However, when he heard the murderous intention behind the melodious music of the dance hall and smelled blood in the aroma of ink in the newspaper office, he was shocked to realize that under the torrent of the times, the undercurrent had never stopped. From the fight for fame and fortune in the ring, to the conflicts between gangs, to the secret fronts when the country is in crisis, he uses his flesh and blood as firewood to rekindle the dying afterglow. This is a dance between the individual and the times. Between elegance and violence, he uses the most classical skills to fight for a modern future.
