Shanghai woke up early in the morning, a black Maybach is stuck in traffic, the smell of fresh leather seats in the car hits you as if the car were brand new. Two people are sitting in the back seat of the car, one of them a beautiful long-haired, green-eyed lady, looking at her tablet, but her gaze is half fixed on the boy sitting next to her.
The boy's face is leaning against the ice-cold window, headphones in his ears from which music can be heard softly. His eyes are closed as if he were asleep, but he is not sleeping. His legs are moving constantly. The girl's gaze is fixed on the boy's knees, and she sees them moving up and down rhythmically. A small smile appears on her face, and she quietly speaks to the boy, but he does not respond. "Chen Wei."
With an elegant movement, she removes the earphones from Chen Wei's ears. After the earphones are removed, Chen Wei feels a sense of emptiness, and his ears ring slightly. "What is it, Meilin?" Meilin first places her hand on Chen Wei's shoulder and then strokes his hair. "Don't be nervous, little brother, just act like you always do and you'll be fine." "You know I can't do that, sister, I'm too nervous."
Meilin rests her head on Chen Wei's shoulder and tells him that he can handle it and will get used to it in time. Meilin asks Chen Wei where he was last night, but he doesn't answer, just closes his eyes.
(Last night) Chen Wei is sitting at a private table in a bar. The bar is dark, with only a little light coming from the LEDs. Loud music can be heard from outside the room. Chen Wei is sitting at the table with two ordinary-looking men in suits standing behind him, one of them carrying a small briefcase. A man and a woman are kneeling in front of the table, both trembling like jelly and explaining themselves continuously, unable to stop talking.
"Young Mr. Chen, please give us one more week, we only need one more week, please, young sir."
Chen Wei's gaze is as cold as the night air outside. Chen Wei just stares at them, not reacting, not moving, just staring at them like a calf at a new gate. (-Ahhhhhh, damn, these idiots are so annoying. Come on, Chen Wei, say what you want to say, don't be afraid, you pathetic fool.)
Chen Wei stands up, his black dress shoes clacking on the wooden floor. The two men standing behind him follow suit, standing in front of the two kneeling men and trying to say something, but no sound comes out. His face is slightly contorted, his throat tight, and he clutches his jacket with his hands. "I... I... I don't give anyone... I'm not giving anyone a... a... new chance."
Chen Wei says, clenching his teeth and clutching the end of his jacket so tightly with his hand as if he wants to strangle someone. The man on his left opens the small briefcase and holds it up in front of Chen Wei. Inside is a black 9mm gun. Chen Wei grabs the gun, clutches it tightly, and points it at the man kneeling on the ground. "No, please, young man, just give me another chance, please! Please! I promise I'll pay you back three times as much." But Chen Wei seems not to hear what the man is saying. He stands with a straight face and holds the gun to the man's head, but suddenly aims at the kneeling woman and shoots her in the head first, then quickly shoots the man in the head as well. Chen Wei's hand does not tremble for a moment, as if it came naturally.