An Old Jetta, a Wolf Tattoo: Don’t Mess with This Mechanic

My name is Chen Ye. I fix cars in Jiangcheng and drive an old Jetta with 120,000 kilometers on it.

I keep a knife tucked in my belt, a wolf’s head tattooed on my shoulder, and six dead brothers in my heart.

If anyone messes with the Lin family, I’ll break their wrist. If anyone digs into my past, I’ll tear down their hideout. The big shot in the capital calls me “Lone Wolf,” but he doesn’t know there’s an unfired Glock in the trunk of my beat-up car.