Since ancient times, gangs have an ultimate law: brothers are born for me, and those who provoke my brothers by outsiders will be killed as warlords; If you mess with my brother, his brother will be killed. Look at the warlords.
These chivalrous and tender rivers and lakes, the world with righteousness as its life, are far from our real life, but they are what the broad masses of people who eat melons yearn for.
In the film, the black generation who returned from studying in the United States killed his brother who worked hard with his father, broke the old rules, and wanted to set new rules to help the upper and lower classes of fear, so the fourth uncle and the brothers of the black generation staged a story to teach the young king to understand the rules.
Old opera bones and small fresh meat compete on the same stage, and more mysterious guests appear.