Under the dim yellow light, several moths continuously crashed into the glass lampshade, dancing in the light, shattering in the light, until their bodies, devoid of strength, fell and vanished into the darkness.
A boot from the Investigation Bureau crushed the body of a moth, twisting the light as members wearing Blood Rings emerged from the darkness.
Dark clouds gathered, making it seem as if the night sky was about to collapse.
Oppressive, silent, they moved forward soundlessly.
"We're here," Zhuo Jun raised his hand, and everyone halted. They stood on Yashou Street to the east of Xiangsheng Yong Apartment, looking across the street.
A black vehicle with Xinhu license plates slowly stopped on the other side of the street, Wang Jie opened the door and stepped out.
Lighting a cigarette, he leaned against the car window and casually asked, "What time is it?"
