At this moment on the Southern Fifth Ring.
On the top-floor rooftop, a man leaned against the railing to view the night scene, his upper body clad in nothing but a thin black shirt. He flicked ash off the half-smoked cigarette between his fingers, his tall silhouette blending seamlessly into the night, looking weary and solitary.
Hovering ahead in the high skies was a Black Peak drone; his large hand holding the cigarette nonchalantly toyed with the remote controller, observing the snowy night scene displayed on the screen.
———A red Lamborghini was performing extreme drifting on the snowy ground, with the 744 hybrid power acceleration torque instantly kicking up a vast curtain of snow.
Surrounding the rooftop was silence, with the aide beside him holding a bottle of mineral water, standing upright and watching his forebear play, sharing in the silence and solitude.
