The Huo family is a massive clan entrenched in the underworld. On the surface, they are a dazzling business dynasty. Behind closed doors, however, they keep a group of shadowy "private guards" in their employ. These guards crawled out of piles of corpses. They have no names, only numbers. They are blades, shields, and pawns that can be discarded at any moment.
Yun Muqing, No. 004, is a taciturn man who is ruthless and sparing with words. During one mission, he let a child who should never have survived escape. After thirty lashes, he thought he would die in that dark, damp punishment hall. But just then, the Huo family's Third Young Master, Silan Jing'an, had only just returned, and he picked Yun Muqing at first glance.
"I'll take him. No need to look at the others. It's a waste of time."
Silan Jing'an is a child with an awkward status. He grew up with his mother, but was never valued. His icy air of keeping strangers at a distance makes him hard to like. His choice of No. 004 was both chance and inevitability. In this place that devours people without leaving a trace, he needs a blade that will never betray him, and someone who can let him drop his mask, if only for a while. As for No. 004, going from the guards' crowded dormitory to the Third Young Master's private estate leaves him anxious, wary, and at a loss. He doesn't understand why this Third Young Master, always smiling yet cold-eyed, saved him. Even less does he understand why the hands that apply medicine to his wounds in the dead of night are trembling. The sky over the Huo family is Huo Zhuoyuan. The Huo family's rule is to wipe out every last root. The Huo family's private guards must never show weakness, suffer impairment, or have names. Yet Silan Jing'an insists on breaking those rules.
"If you follow me, you won't have to kneel when you speak." Yun Muqing looks up into those phoenix eyes, rare in their sincerity, and suddenly feels that the sky over the Huo family may be about to change...
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