Thoughts Falling from the Sky

In the dark underground city of S City, the smell of rust and blood lingers all year round. At the end of the narrow alley, more than thirty strong men in black were surrounded in a fan shape, and there was silence. The man surrounded in the center was wearing a hand-tailored black suit, with no wrinkles visible on the ironed material. Only the cigarette held between his fingertips burned a little scarlet, extinguishing brightly in the gloom. He is the uncrowned king of this underground city, Mo Bainian. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.