It must be said, Zhou Chengyan looks frightening now: silhouetted against the light, his eyes are so dark they are hair-raising. His dilated pupils reflect tiny sparks, the cigarette he's smoking dangles from his upturned lips almost reaching his ears, occasionally shedding embers.
Zhou Chengyan enters a secure passageway and gently shuts the door behind him, with a click.
The man who was just exuberantly discussing his own success over the phone now looked dumbfounded upon seeing Zhou Chengyan.
Caught red-handed and not knowing who Zhou Chengyan really was, he didn't attempt to run immediately.
The man asked, tremulously, still harboring some hope, "Sir... what are you doing here?"
"Those stupid capitalists?" Ignoring the man's question, Zhou Chengyan echoes his earlier statement, then kicks the man in the stomach, hurtling him away to collide painfully with the tiled floor.
"Just pack up and go?"
"Give the woman custody and treat it like legal prostitution for five years?"
