The appearance of a hero, Liu San wasn't clear about it.
Since his twenties, avenging his parents who were forced to death back home.
With his own hands, he snapped the neck of that corrupt official.
He then began his fugitive life.
Like a rat chased by hounds, relying on various shadowy channels, hiding and running, eventually plunging into this Mirage.
The City of Injustice.
Almost twenty years now.
In this twisted rule, darkness-breeding steel sphere, he had seen too many varied people.
There were butchers who took pleasure in killing, with maddening laughter, dismembering their foes.
There were perverts indulging in various extreme desires, acting without principle.
There were sinister and cunning scientists, toying with hearts, viewing others as mere experimental subjects.
And there were all sorts of quirky, inexplicable freaks...
The bottom line of humanity was repeatedly refreshed here.
Except, he'd never seen a hero.
