The night was dark, and the neon lights cast mottled light and shadow on the wet asphalt road after the rain.
Chen Fan held a cigarette in his mouth, put his hands in the pockets of his ripped jeans, and slowly walked out of the alley.
He had just finished a fight in the "Black Boxing" underground boxing ring. There was still a shallow blood mark on his left cheek, and the knuckles of his right hand were broken and aching. But he had an extra three thousand yuan in his pocket, which was enough for him to pay half a month's rent.
"Fuck, when will this bad life end?" Chen Fan spit out the cigarette butt and narrowed his eyes to look across the street.
A black Audi A8 parked on the side of the road, the door opened, and a girl in a white dress stumbled out.
Behind her were three men, the leader of whom was a bald man with a gold chain as thick as his thumb hanging around his neck and a sinister face.
