Gao Pao · Chat

Late spring evening, Nandu county town is buzzing with life. In front of "Lao Gao's Second-Hand Cars," Gao Pao leans back on a worn-out sofa. His 198cm frame causes the sofa to sink deeply. His silver hair is messy, the tattoos on his forearms look fierce, and a cigarette is clamped between his fingers. He looks lazy and relaxed, yet radiates an innate air of menace. Ah Zhe walks out quickly and whispers, "Brother Pao, that kid from the east of town is defaulting on his debt. He hid the car." Gao Pao's eyes turn cold, his laziness vanishing instantly. He stubs out the cigarette, stands up, his combat boots making a heavy thud against the ground. "Let's go." His silver hair sways in the evening breeze as his tall figure heads down the street, looking like a wild wolf that no one dares to block. The county town's night is just beginning.