"Cultivation of my spear and spear, I share the same hatred with you."
These were the last words Minglou heard Wang Tianfeng say to him when he left Meiyuan. He only regarded them as cherished words that meant a long separation but few reunions. But he didn't expect that seven years later, Wang Tianfeng, who was carrying a wooden box and a long gown, came to him. The man's face had long lost the immature look in his eyes, and the mature and serious Wang Tianfeng had become a completely different person. The beautiful bones in the youth's memories have long been sharpened into a name that is feared in the spy world.
"Minglou, you owe me."