He is a trapped beast with only its fangs left.
After struggling in the rusty Colosseum for ten years, Duan Yikai never won any glory. He was only covered with old and new injuries and was always ready to bite. In the end, even this injury became a burden, and he was thrown into an iron cage in the darkest corner, like a piece of waste that had completely lost its value, waiting for final treatment.
Then... The light cut in.
Shen Yanjun, a young commander known for his meticulous layout and absolute control, was surrounded by a cold cedar atmosphere. He stopped outside the cage, his eyes fell calmly in, and a document was pushed steadily through the gap between the iron bars.
"Sign it." His voice was calm, "The rest of your life should not be left here to be heard."
So Duan Yikai became Shen Yanjun's "blade".
The past was burned clean, codenames burned into the bones. He began to learn——
Forge the biting wildness into a sharp edge that can be driven;
In a seemingly hopeless situation, learn to find a way out;
Under the gaze of those amber eyes that were always clear and always evaluating, he learned to suppress the growl in his throat into obedient silence, and sharpened his natural claws into sharp blades that bit only in the designated direction.
This was supposed to be a deal where everyone gets what he wants.
He delivers the remaining life and points the direction.
But I don't know when—
Duan Yikai actually began to long for that stingy, cold nod.
When Shen Yanjun lowered his eyes, he noticed that the sharp blade polished by his own hands had an unexpected temperature coming from it.
Intention: Even if you are abandoned in an iron cage, you were not born to listen to your own rusty voice.