The night was dark and the wind high. Electricity was restricted in the slum areas, while the wealthy district was brightly lit. In the luxurious hotel, passionate symphonies echoed out. High-rise buildings stood tall, with neon lights reflecting souls rotten to the core.
After wiping off the mud from his shoes, Gao Ming and three crew members hid in the alley behind the Haojue Hotel. Next to them were foul-smelling trash cans and scurrying rats. But their gaze was fixed on the brightly lit place, where seductive dancers moved back and forth, linking arms with seemingly dignified "upper-class people."
"Don't be fooled by their suits; each of them does dirtier deeds than the next. There are no good people in this city. The bigger the scumbag, the better they live." Jia Youzhi muttered jealously, his eyes practically wishing to burrow into the loose clothes of those dancers.
