There is such a little thief who was abandoned by his parents when he was a child. When he grew up, his beloved died in front of him. Facing the darkness of the world, he chose to abandon the innocence and love in his heart. "Go back with me." That sentimental voice said this sentence over and over again, and the heart that had been broken by life became glued back bit by bit. Time and time again, he met by chance, he dealt with the police officer again and again, and he stole that person's kiss again and again. "Police officer, I like you." Even if black and white never blend, even if the case cannot be brought together, I still love you. Underground casinos, arms dealers, drug cartels, these are all gifts to him. A little thief became an undercover agent. The cruelty that was just for survival at first became so bright after meeting him. Does black have to be black? In that corner where justice cannot reach, are crimes committed for self-protection really so cruel? It doesn't matter, as long as I love you, I don't ask you to look at me. I just hope you don't deprive me of my right to love you. I am willing to be your ultimate rebel, just to give you the light of hope.