The Firmament's Game Changer

He was once the "Cleaner," a name that struck terror throughout the underworld. Now, all he protects is a bowl of hot noodles. To honor his late wife's last wish, Chen Feng lived under an assumed name in Jingang City for seven years. He sheathed his claws and hid his fangs, thinking that if he kept his head down, he could find peace.

But even when a tree longs for stillness, the wind will not cease.

When the young master of the Zhao Group crushed his late wife's keepsake underfoot, and his old enemies raised their butcher's knives once more, Chen Feng finally understood: retreating meant plunging into an abyss, while advancing meant a vast open sky.

On a rainy night, the noodle shop closed for the evening.

The silent chef picked up a rusty boning knife, his gaze colder than its blade.

My name is Chen Feng. Chen as in old, Feng as in sharp.