Jian walked outside of the court, turning around with a small smirk.
"Chaoxing would never be able exploit my skills again," he muttered, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets as he whistled a low, carefree tune.
The night breeze felt soothing against his skin, so he closed his eyes for a moment as it ran through his hair.
For a second, he could almost forget where he was—like he was back in his big room with plenty of gaming equipment.
Almost.
Jian continued to walk. He didn't have a destination in mind. He just wanted to escape from the noise and the crowd. Chaoxing could handle the rest of the night. Jian didn't need to be there, and he didn't want to be.
"Let's go to the beach," he muttered, knowing that it had been a long time since he had visited such a site.
He was about to head to the beach, but he quickly halted when he heard something from far away.
