Em sua vida passada, Li Mo foi baleado enquanto caçava criminosos com seu mestre, resultando em duas mortes e um ferido, incluindo um refém. Ao investigar o paradeiro do atirador, foi assassinado por um matador misterioso. Renascido, ele está determinado a mudar o destino dele e de seu mestre! Nesta vida, subirei passo a passo até o topo! Todos que se colocarem em meu caminho — seja você uma força sombria que aterroriza uma região, uma organização de assassinos que atua internacionalmente, cúmplices de autoridades e empresários corruptos ou protetores do crime — eu, Li Mo, serei o seu pesadelo!
Inside the dormitory of the Pu County Public Security Bureau.
"Li Mo, Li Mo... wake up!"
A shout like a sudden clap of thunder jolted Li Mo awake. He sprang up from his metal bunk bed like he had received an electric shock, his eyes still clouded with sleep.
A middle-aged man was hurriedly pulling on his police uniform, shouting, "Get up, quick! Orders just came down from the squad—all leaves are canceled. Everyone is to assemble on the training ground immediately!"
Seeing that Li Mo remained sitting there as motionless as a wooden statue, the middle-aged man lunged forward and slapped him on the back of the head. "Are you still half-asleep, kid? Wake up already! This is an emergency mission!"
Hearing the voice, Li Mo whipped his head around as if struck by lightning. He stared at the middle-aged man in sheer disbelief. His eyes welled with tears, and his voice trembled like a flickering candle in the wind. "Mentor, I..."
But before Li Mo could gather his thoughts, the middle-aged man gave him another light swat on the head.
"Mentor my foot, get out of bed!" the man said testily. "I'll give you one minute. I'll be waiting at the door!"
With that, he swept toward the door like a gust of wind.
Li Mo stared blankly at the police dormitory, a place both familiar and foreign. Looking at the full-length mirror nearby, he saw a version of himself that was young, looking like the first light of dawn. His eyes were filled with disbelief, as if he were starin