The city by day and the city by night represented the two sides of this city, also representing two different choices. Perhaps fully siding with one was the correct choice, but Han Fei found himself unwittingly standing at the intersection of the two paths, walking toward boundless despair and darkness.
The direction he was headed was uncharted territory; not even he knew what lay at the end of this darkness and despair, merely moving forward on instinct.
Car radios looped news of Han Fei and Li Guo'er being wanted, while the large screens outside the car windows displayed the portraits and information of eleven fugitives, occasionally accompanied by the sound of police sirens. Passersby were also discussing loudly.
The city's security was deteriorating; everything was starting to descend into chaos. What had initially been a minor loss of control had by this morning truly transformed the city, making it different from its usual self.
