The night was dense like ink, and it could not be dispelled.
Zhang Dashan stopped his car on a hilltop on the outskirts of the city. The two men leaned against the hood as they reveled in the view of Jiangcheng below.
Shrouded in the dark of night, the city was like a creature with its head on the ground and a glimmering body whose brilliance illuminated half of the sky. The flickering neon lights were ever so enthralling. Sometimes, they cascaded down from the crowns of skyscrapers. Other times, they pursued each other like playful elves or became kaleidoscopes that dazzled the eye.
"That was a nice beating! It's been a while since I felt this good."
Zhang Dashan let out a long sigh, then turned to look at Xiao Luo and asked, "Xiao Luo, how are you doing? You weren't injured just now, right?"
"Injured? How could I be injured?" asked Xiao Luo.
