Qinghe District, one o'clock in the morning.
A very secluded old bar, under the neon lights, the signboard dim.
An old man in a white suit, leaning on a purple wooden cane, slowly walked into the bar. Perhaps because it was a remote location, although it should have been open for business, the bar was empty.
Zhou Jiren came to the bar, lit a cigarette, glanced inside the counter, and tapped on the tabletop.
"Thud thud."
The trembling sound was not loud.
But two taps, the entire bar countertop, including the huge display cabinet and shelves behind it, seemed to ripple outwards.
If there were other customers in the bar, they would see the space seeming like a lake, rippling uniformly with the two taps.
From inside the shadowy darkness of the bar, someone suddenly opened their eyes.
A flash of light shot from their eyes.
