The winter in the foggy city is bone-chillingly damp, and the fog wraps the entire city like a sticky shroud.
Lin Bei squatted in front of a food stall on Nanbin Road, holding a crumpled red plum cigarette in his hand. He is twenty-three years old, and the scar on his chin that stretches from the base of his ear to the corner of his mouth was left behind when he fought for the unloading site at Chaotianmen Pier last year. After the scar healed, he looked ten years older than his actual age... Which started his life trajectory of hard work.
Note: This story is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental. The author does not intend to promote violence or illegal crimes. Readers are asked to distinguish right from wrong and abide by laws and regulations.
