Ye Zangfeng

My name is Li Ye, a useless rich second generation who was drugged in his wine, stuffed into a car and pushed off a cliff. I'm not dead. But my dad, a veteran policeman who has been a traffic policeman for twenty years, wanted to send me to a detention center. He stared at me for seven hours, looking for it frame by frame. I hid from him in the urban village for seven hours, with my broken ribs rubbing against my heart, and every breath I took felt like I had been stabbed. Finally I got stuck in a dead end. I raised my hands in surrender. Not because I can't escape. It's because my dad is watching from behind. He thought he was catching a piece of trash that needed protection. He didn't know that inside his son lived a legend that terrified the entire underground world. This is a story about a traffic police father and a killer son, testing each other and protecting each other.