My name is Chen Feng, and I worked at a night market stall after losing my memory.
That day I was walking out with the tray, and suddenly stopped halfway - without any reason or warning.
I put down the tray, took three steps back, and looked up at the billboard on the third floor opposite.
Three seconds later, the iron frame of the billboard broke and hit the spot where I was supposed to be standing, shattering an entire dining table.
The whole crowd screamed. And I just stood there, looking at the broken iron and glass on the ground, without moving for a long time.
I don't know why I stopped.
Until in a black car outside the night market, the woman with her hair tied up and a calm air opened the car door and walked towards me: "Fuck me, I'll get a monthly salary of 100,000."
She recognized something in me - it was the instinct left in the body of a person who was trained to be a national weapon.
Three months later, the underground queen from the provincial capital came to me and pushed an old photo in front of me. The person in the photo is wearing a military uniform and has a faint mark at the end of his right eyebrow.
"Ling Feng." She stared at me, her eyes red, "King of Dark Night. You asked me to look for you for three years."
That night, the pursuers locked my coordinates on the river speedboat.
And I looked in the mirror, looking at the blue shimmer in my palm, and said the name that even I had just confirmed:
"Ling Feng. My name is Ling Feng."
Those five people respectively controlled the five major fields of politics, business, military, intelligence, and scientific research, and thought that by joining forces, they could completely drive me into hell.
What they don't know is that even this amnesia was the last move I made in a desperate situation.
