Yang Lei turned his head. Just as he did, a brick, accompanied by a whoosh of wind, slammed into his head. Yang Lei hadn’t even noticed when someone had approached from behind. Blood streamed down his forehead, blurring his vision. Through the mist of blood, Yang Lei saw a figure. A tall, thin, and immaculately clean-cut man, his face expressionless, smashed a second brick into Yang Lei’s face. Much later, when Yang Lei recalled the incident, what left the deepest impression on him was the white shirt the man was wearing. That white shirt gleamed—snow-white and spotless. Rarely did a fighter dress so neatly and cleanly. That white shirt was soon stained red with blood—Yang Lei’s blood. They were top-tier enforcers, the underworld boss’s number-one warriors. They had weathered countless brutal battles, cementing their status in the underworld. From rivals to friends, to brothers who shared life and death. What is brotherhood? Years later, with just one word from you, I’d give you my life. A man’s loyalty, a man’s love.