The night in Nancheng is a hunting ground where power and desire intersect. Every brightly lit window may be the center of a storm. Xia Yufeng, the leader of Luyu Group, is the sharpest and most unscrupulous hunter in the city. He is used to controlling everything. Wherever his business territory expands, that is his territory. His name represents absolute wealth and unquestionable authority.
Pei Fengchun was a sudden change in this hunting ground. The helmsman of Pei Capital is a latecomer who acts cunningly and with sharp methods. Like a cold stone, he quietly appeared in Xia Yufeng's field of vision, carrying a sense of oppression that could not be ignored. Before that, their worlds had never intersected, and each other's names were just insignificant symbols in financial news.
However, a piece of land to the west of the city unexpectedly forcibly knitted these two powerful forces together. This is not only a battle for commercial interests, but also a head-on collision of dignity and will. Pei Fengchun's refusal and censorship were, to Xia Yufeng, a blatant provocation to his authority, an offense that had never occurred in this hunting ground. He couldn't tolerate his prey being touched by others, let alone a "stranger" being so arrogant on his territory.
The late-night confrontation took place in Pei's top-floor office. One is a menacing and aggressive attacker, and every word he speaks is like a barbed whip, trying to pull away the opponent's disguise; the other is a calm defender who sticks to his position, his calmness is like the deep sea, hiding all the turbulent undercurrents under the iceberg. Xia Yufeng's anger and provocation were replaced by Pei Fengchun's deeper indifference and disdain. This encounter had an indescribable smell of gunpowder from the beginning, as if two high-speed planets were colliding head-on on the wrong orbit.
When the sharpest spear meets the hardest shield, when wanton wildness meets cold abstinence, a war without gunpowder begins. They went from being "strangers" in each other's eyes to irreconcilable rivals in an instant. On this huge chessboard called "Southern City", every move is a matter of life and death, and every look at each other contains murderous intent.
This is a game that begins with misunderstanding and confrontation, and is also a mutual trial from scratch. In their business confrontations and power struggles, they will uncover each other's mysteries bit by bit. Will it be shattered to pieces, or will sparks of taboo be sparked in the collision? This puzzle called "wrong track" has just begun, and no one knows the ending.
Intention: It is difficult to pass through the passes, but the road ahead is long and bright.