In a secluded corner of London, inside a dark basement, the blades of the ventilation fan hummed, and the light bulb hanging from the ceiling flickered on and off.
A school uniformed girl tilted her head, raised the small knife in her hand, and pressed it against Xia Pingzhou's neck.
Her eyes, as dark as the polar night, remained still as she scrutinized his face. The knife, polished to a gleam, reflected Xia Pingzhou's indifferent expression.
As he munched on an apple, he truthfully recounted the series of events that transpired on the morning of July 26th, inside the underground bar.
Before speaking, he emphasized that he was unaware at the time and was tricked by a hacker into visiting that underground bar. As soon as he mentioned this, his phone vibrated.
[Hacker: ?]
Xia Pingzhou typed a line and hit reply.
[Xia Pingzhou: In-game, do not disturb (automatic reply)]
