Zou Qionlei shook the whiskey in his glass, and the ice cubes clinked.
This bar is his property, but tonight he wants to sit in the corner booth. When there is so much money that there is nowhere to spend it, people will think about things that are not there - for example, why does the shadow in the corner seem to be thicker than elsewhere?
He narrowed his eyes.
The shadow moved.
It wasn't the kind of movement that changes in light and shadow, it was slowly crawling like asphalt, crawling along the base of the wall toward his feet. Zou Qionlei wanted to call security, but his throat seemed to be choked by something. The black shadow crawled up along the pants leg, and it was bitingly cold.
"Binding successful."
The mechanical sound directly exploded in my head.
The cup in Zou Qionlei's hand fell to the ground, and the amber wine soaked the carpet. He looked down at the back of his hand and saw something moving under the skin, swelling and then calming down.
