Once the purge order was given,
Xinghai City was no longer so peaceful.
It was afternoon, and still early.
The streets were bustling with pedestrians.
Some hurried along, while others chatted and laughed.
Students in school uniforms laughed and horsed around in groups of two and three.
Pedestrian streets and shopping malls showcased the city's prosperity.
But among them,
people in hats weaved through the crowd.
Some were alone, others in small groups.
They all had one thing in common:
they all kept their heads slightly bowed, walking in complete silence.
If you looked closely, you would notice faint green veins covering their faces.
Their eyes, in particular, were tinged with red.
"Stop!"
On a bustling street,
a burly man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth blocked the path of three young men.
The three youths froze, quickly looking up.
The moment they made eye contact with the man,
they turned and scattered without a word, trying to flee.
THUD THUD THUD—
