Let's Trade, Devil

In the blood-red moonlight, Mu Yan stood on the tower, overlooking the entire city. He saw that in the brightly lit wealthy area, the nobles were living and drinking, living in a state of drunkenness and wealth. The wine in your mouth is as red as blood. The unbridled laughter was like the wail of an evil spirit. And just separated by a wall, the ghetto is filled with screaming, cursing and death. Hungry people huddled on the roadside, enjoying the most delicious meal of their lives in their last dream before eternal sleep. Mu Yan put on his mask and tightened his robe. "It's time to shake up the world a little!" He raised his head and looked at the beautiful figure in the sky. "Let's trade, devil!"