Huh? What? Yes! Cao Ang!

The neon lights of the Magic City flowed beneath his feet, merging into a sea of light. In the floor-to-ceiling windows of the top-floor presidential suite overlooking the Bund, Li Hao’s lean, powerful figure was reflected. Known in their circles as the “Magic City Crown Prince,” he was slamming himself again and again into a custom-made heavy punching bag. His bare torso was knotted with muscle, sweat glittering under the lights. Every dull thud carried a note of rage. “Damn it, the old man keeps nagging me about squandering the family fortune. I’ll live longer than he does, and be even more outrageous!”

Bang! A sound far duller than the bag splitting open exploded inside his skull. It hadn’t come from outside. It was the collapse of something within his very existence. One moment, the dazzling city at night stretched before him; the next, boundless darkness swept over him like spilled ink, swallowing every sense.