The new moon had just risen, its faint halo and sparse stars sketching out the silhouettes of the mountains in the distance like the deepest, most profound ink painting.
In the desolation of the distance, the atmosphere inside the car was even more oppressive and suffocating. The people from the Huo Family, seated in the driver and front passenger seats, glanced towards the back.
The neon lights outside cast the man's features in an even more sharp and profound relief.
Their eyes lowered to their wristwatches; it was nearly eleven. They had been waiting outside the KTV for about two hours.
Upon arrival, they had inquired at the front desk. A company gathering; a group of people in uniform, very conspicuous. The waiter had a strong impression—as they had booked a private room for three hours and hadn't left yet—so they continued to wait outside.
