Xiao Lie was once a legend in the mercenary circle, codenamed Lie Dao. Three years ago, he was betrayed by one of his own people while leading a team on a mission, and he was the only one in the team to crawl out alive. He wasn't dead, but he didn't want to live either. He fled to the Western District, the most chaotic part of the wasteland, and set up a stall selling box lunches. Three yuan a serving is enough. No one knows how good this scarred lunchbox guy was in the past. Until that day, the warlord Han Lu's men came to collect protection money and stepped on a girl's head on the street. Xiao Lie didn't move. He continued to spoon. But there was something extra in the lunch box that I shouldn't have. The next day, Han Lu's arsenal exploded. On the third day, three of the protection fee collectors died. On the fourth day, someone saw Xiao Lie squatting in front of the stall and saying to an empty bowl: Brothers, I have begun to avenge you.
