King of Undercover: Beating Up the Prison Boss from the Start!

From the day I was born until I came of age, my father came home only once. The very next day, he said he was heading south to find work, abandoning his wife and children all over again. Then the military came, saying my father was a deserter. The police came, saying he was a criminal. From then on, I was known as the son of a deserter and a criminal. I gave up on myself, spending my days loitering on the streets and waiting to die. Then one day, someone told me my father wasn’t a criminal, much less a deserter. He was a hero. All the hurt and resentment I’d bottled up finally burst out! But I couldn’t see him, because he had died in action two months earlier. They hadn’t even managed to bring his body home! I decided to retrieve his remains myself. But once I set out, I discovered that the world wasn’t simply divided into good and evil…