Jingwei

“Some are sparks of fire, some are the vast spring breeze.”

When Zhou Shaobo and I were young, we both dreamed of becoming police officers. But later on, things changed.

He became the leader of the largest crime syndicate in South China.

I became his most powerful subordinate.

On the day we were both arrested and sent to prison, he rubbed his nose and said:

“I don’t owe you anymore. In the next life, we’ll still be brothers.”

But I lowered my eyes, calmly asked the guard to open the door for me, and, standing behind the iron bars, I said to him:

“Sorry, but this is my badge.”

My true identity was an undercover police officer.