Beijing.

the young one armed man sat in the courtyard and let the warm spring sun sprinkle on himself. The April weather in Beijing was still a little cold. The chilly spring cold was blowing on his face. He remained motionless for several hours. Since he resigned from the country, he has always been like this.

for more than half a year, he still didn't come out of that nightmare, still regretting for losing his arm. That name has been branded with his heart.

Qiu! Deep and deep hatred!

just then, the door opened, and there were two people, a man in his fifties, with bright spirit and bright eyes,...