The smell of smoke and alcohol melded together.
Dancing and screaming became the unique symbols of this New Year's Eve.
At this moment, in the parking lot beneath the Phoenix Platform, a woman sat in a black Volkswagen, clad in a black coat, her hands on the steering wheel,
Her clean face untouched by makeup, the whole person looking meek and clever as if she were a university student stepping onto campus for the first time.
And indeed she was.
After a while, a black vehicle pulled up in the parking space beside her, came to a stop, and the window beside her car rolled down, revealing a face wearing sunglasses.
"There's no turning back once the bow is drawn—are you sure?" an icy voice rang out, carrying a hint of seduction.
"Yes," she acknowledged.
"Do you recognize the person?" asked again.
"I recognize him," the other person replied.
