At Dongping Wharf, Zhou Hailong calls all the shots. What the crew eats, how much they pay, and whether they can have seconds are all up to him. That is, until I show up at the dock with 386 hot meals. He kicks over my food containers and curses at me: "A worthless captain who couldn't even save his own younger brother thinks he's fit to deliver meals to others?" I don't argue. I simply leave the crew with one sentence: "Serve yourselves a second bowl." Then I challenge him for the catering contract covering sixteen ocean-going vessels. A price war, food poisoning, arson at a cold-storage facility, and an interception at sea follow one after another. But what he doesn't know is that I'm investigating far more than a catering contract: I'm uncovering evidence of a crime that was buried three years ago, behind my younger brother's death.