At a street stall at three in the morning, the charcoal fire is not extinguished and the crowds are still there. Chen Yahuo's palm contains five flavors of true fire that can burn away the foundation of martial arts, but he can only rely on grilled skewers to suppress his inner demons; Zhou Xiaoman uses cold poison to counteract the backlash of the fire with every bite he takes. The betrayal is buried in the ashes of the old fried dough stick, the bones of his biological brother are hidden under the mask of the iron-faced Ah Qi, the sweet water of the red-sleeved lady is the call of the soul, and the silence of the mute Ah Si is the final sacrifice. They don't trust each other, but they all live in each other's fire. This fireworks display is not a business, but a life disaster.
