Feihong Road, Midnight Forest Bar.
In the VIP lounge on the second floor, the light is somewhat dim.
Outside the window, the sun is shining brightly.
But here, heavy curtains block most of the sunlight outside the glass.
On the marble coffee table, several empty beer bottles lie haphazardly, and the ashtray is already stuffed full of cigarette butts.
The air ferments with an unpleasant smell, seemingly a mix of tobacco, alcohol, and foot odor.
Snore—snore—
On the wide leather sofa, a young man with a buzz cut is lying on his back, sleeping soundly.
He's bare-chested, wearing only a pair of floral beach shorts.
His tattoo-covered arms are sprawled out, revealing a roaring tiger tattoo on his chest.
One leg dangles on the edge of the sofa, precariously, with a suspicious trace of drool at the corner of his mouth.
It was evident he had an all-night revelry last night, thus exhausting his energy, sleeping until now.
Ring—ring—
