Everyone in Shanghai knows that the guard commander Pei Zhenting has the sharpest cold blade under his command - Staff Officer Shen Shuhan.
He is cold and lonely, with outstanding abilities. He is an officer from a humble family who climbed up to a high position step by step from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He regards power as a floating cloud, but he is deeply relied on by the commander.
Everyone knows that Commander Pei has an incompetent only son, Pei Shiyao.
He is a dandy, cynical, and a dissolute young man who spends all his time in makeup and powder, and regards rules as if they are nothing.
In a sudden glance, the handsome young master saw the cold snow on the mountain.
From then on, Pei Shiyao's world was turned upside down. He tore off the cynicism façade and revealed his predatory nature.
Robbery and plunder, pressing every step of the way. He used his power to build a cage, forcing the cold blade into the mud, dyeing it with his own hot and humiliating color.
"Shen Shuhan, you can't escape." His kiss carried an aura of destruction, imprinted on the frozen skin.
The building will collapse and the world will be in chaos. When the unbearable secret was exposed by his majestic father, Pei Zhenting looked at the broken cold light in the eyes of the pillar he had raised, feeling as guilty as a knife.
"Shu Han, it's my Pei family who can't help you..."
It happened that Pei Shiyao was seriously injured and his life was hanging by a thread. A gold bar, a ship ticket, and the lie of "you are dead" are the commander's final compensation and determination.
Shen Shuhan took the box and performed a standard military salute.
After the ceremony, the kindness and righteousness are cut off.
He burned the past, became anonymous, and plunged into the most chaotic abyss. The dignity that was once crushed was reborn in the tempering of blood and fire. The cold-blooded staff officer had already "died", and the only survivor was the feared "Master Shen" who had a large number of troops.
Five years later, the smoke has cleared, and the former prey has become a hero.
At the negotiation table, guns are facing each other.
Pei Shiyao looked at the man who thought he had turned into bones long ago, but now had an aura as majestic as Shura. Under the blood-stained clothes, there was a racing heart and bone-gnawing regret: "You're not dead?!"
Shen Shuhan's muzzle remained motionless, and his eyes were filled with ice-hardened indifference: "Young Commander Pei, are you okay?"
The chess game in troubled times resumes.
Is it a revenge hunt or a belated confession?
When twisted love collides with cold hatred, when the enforcer becomes a prisoner, when the prey turns to the guest...
In this heart-centered gamble, in this troubled world, who is the final winner?
Purpose: Love in the Republic of China