The night was as dark as ink, and the neon lights smeared on the damp ground in a strange light. The light track of the suspended car cuts across the sky, and the prosperity of the city is just a curtain covering up the deep-seated decay. Lin Xiao, as a member of the "outlaw aristocracy", wore a custom-made dark suit and walked into the luxurious living room on the top floor of the Victoria Building. His purpose is not pleasure, but hunting.
