Three days later.
On the streets of Wanghai City, five ragged young men were rummaging through a garbage can, occasionally finding some bitten bread or rotten apples, which excited them greatly.
That day, the five were incredibly lucky, finding a discarded bottle of expired beer in the trash. They treated it like a treasure and carried it back to a dark, foul-smelling bridge underpass.
From a corner of the bridge, they pulled out a piece of moldy beef wrapped in newspaper. The five sat together, swallowing greedily, eyes fixated on the bottle of beer in the middle.
They seemed extremely hungry and reached out almost simultaneously for the beer.
All five grabbed the bottle at once, but none could snatch it away.
"This beer is mine!"
"Don't grab it; I'm the boss. It's mine."
"Give it to me—"
The five struggled with each other, unwilling to let go.
The beer bottle was tossed back and forth in their hands until it suddenly fell to the ground with a "bang."
