On one side are the gangs of thieves who fly over the walls, on the other side are the police deployments that are eagerly watching, and on the other side are the gangs that sell stolen goods that are growing day by day...
They met in bread talk,
Under the sweet and warm cake are layers of conspiracies and traps.
All the traps have been exhausted, but the former lover is so far away
True love has no regrets, who says cats and mice can't coexist?