Fei Wu thought that he would be in that cell for the rest of his life.
At the end of the last season, he was stabbed in the back and thrown into prison, with the iron door clanging locked behind him. The musty smell, the dampness, the lightbulb in the ceiling that could never be repaired—he stared at it for a long time, thinking: It's over.
He's not a good person, but he's not so bad that he should take the bullet for Polaris.
Polaris, a name scarier than the plague in the underground world. What it sells is the bottom line of the entire human society: living people imprisoned in electronic fraud parks, drugs flowing across borders, organs with clearly marked prices on the black market, and arms smuggled from war-torn areas. It is like a net spread across the borders of more than a dozen countries. Its roots are so deep that no one can cut off even one strand. So it has been there for twenty years and no one has ever been able to uproot it.
Until that night, the cell wall was silently cut open from the outside.
The people who came to save him were not knights, but a group of people who didn't even want to show their faces. They call themselves "Meteor" - a secret organization that even the United Nations is unwilling to admit its existence. Fei Wu was put into a car without a license plate. In the rearview mirror, the prison's searchlights were getting farther and farther away.
"We have been staring at Polaris for a long time," said the man in the gloves. "You are the missing piece of the puzzle."
Fei Wu could have refused. But when he saw the photos in the Meteor Archives - children whose organs had been harvested, young people who were forced to jump off buildings by electronic scams, families destroyed by a drug deal - he closed his eyes and nodded.
But Polaris is watching them too.
