His sharp gaze scanned the crowd, finally landing on Fang Qingyu, his voice resonant: "Once everything goes smoothly, we'll throw a grand celebration."
"To celebrate the rebirth of our Cyan Dragon Gang! It's also high time we treat all our brothers and sisters of the Su Family properly. Previously, the conditions were crude, and everyone had to bear with it; this time, it must be made up for!"
"Yes—!!!"
"Mighty Brother Meng!"
"No one goes home sober!"
The room instantly erupted in a chorus of cheers and responses.
...
The night descended.
The Gray Rock District sank into a silence mixed with lights and shadows.
The rooftop of the dormitory building was spacious and quiet.
The night breeze carried the scent of dust from the distant construction site.
Fang Qingyu's figure was akin to a droplet merging into ink.
Silently flowed out from the shadows of the room.
Spreading upwards along the cold stairway gaps.
Finally solidifying again at the concrete edge of the rooftop.
