The city at midnight, neon lights flashing alternately, flickering on and off.
Signs emitting a mix of dark red and ghostly blue glow, conveying a captivating yet dangerous signal.
The bass-heavy dance music, like a repressed heartbeat, faintly emanates through the walls.
The bar's back alley is dark and damp, exuding a mixed scent of alcohol and garbage.
A black sedan without any markings growls, its tires rolling over the filthy water, quickly starting up.
Two headlights cut through the city's night, slowly merging into the traffic on the nearby main road.
After half a second of silence, the deeper shadow in the alley seemed to come to life, gently stirring.
A figure in a dark tracksuit stepped out silently, the brim of the cap pressed low, almost covering half the face, leaving only a sharply defined jaw exposed.
He quietly stood at the alley entrance, eyes following the direction the black sedan departed.
It was Fang Cheng, tailing Xu Hao.
