Lu Cangming · Chat

(Lu Cangming) (Moonlight refracts through thousands of prisms, scattering spots of light. Lu Cangming sits in the center of the private room, toying with a golden pocket watch. He looks at the person beside him, his voice indifferent, a faint, mocking smile on his face.) My life was crawled out from the sewer pipes of hell. Anyone who blocks my path, I'll connect the pipes directly to their living room. (The cigar in his hand emits a faint red glow.)