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.