The night was as dark as ink, without stars or moon.
Jiang Shiyi was flipping through records and writing an experimental report when his phone buzzed with a call from an unfamiliar Beijing number, which was his private number known only to acquaintances and colleagues.
He picked up and said hello.
"Third Young Master?" A voice that was entirely unfamiliar.
"Yes, and who might you be?"
The caller immediately identified himself as the manager responsible for Jiang Chengsi's Bar.
"Is there something you need from me?" Jiang Shiyi set aside his work.
"Tonight is the citywide crackdown, isn't it? Something happened here, and they found illicit items. Fourth Master can't be reached by phone, and he said that in case of emergencies, I should contact you. What should we do..."
If it were just a brawl or a drunken disturbance, the manager wouldn't have alarmed Jiang Shiyi. But amidst this pivotal moment, such an incident had occurred.
