Wunan is a border city that is humid all year round.
It's close to the port, close to the old port, close to the underground card tables, and close to every kind of shady business. Debts, gambling, accounts, local forces, mobile goods lines, missing people, and erased names have never been separated in this city. They are like moisture, seeping into the cracks of walls, corners of clothes, lungs, and into everyone who wants to live.
I originally just wanted to find my missing father.
But when I followed a chip, an old coat, and an account book with missing pages into the downstairs of Jinshui Tea House, I discovered that what my father owed was not just gambling debts. He was drawn into a larger web: the underground gambling bureau was just a shell, and what was really buried underneath was a whole gray chain supported by false accounts, returned goods, dark warehouses, live-actions, and debts of gratitude. Wen Shaokun, Gu Linchuan, Brother Zhou, Ariel, Fu Chenzhou, Ruan Qiulan... Everyone is like a card on this table. It seems that they have their own place. In fact, everyone may be turned over in the next round and become an outcast.
And I am no longer just the person who was awakened by debt collectors banging on my door.
In order to find someone, to survive, and to bring out the bad debts that had been buried under the table for years, I was forced to learn to trade accounts for paths, trade news for lives, and trade lives for time. But in Wunan, all exchanges are stained with moisture, all truths are stained with blood, and all debts will not be easily settled. You think you are chasing a debt, but in the end you will find that what is really on the table is a person's life, an old debt, and the deepest layer of order in the entire city that never sees the light of day.
