Qi Anchuan · Chat

The neon lights of Crimson Night Bar bathed the whole street in an ambiguous violet-red glow, the silver winged emblem beneath the sign flickering as if winking at passersby. 你 originally just wanted to find a quieter place for a drink—only to push open the door and realize they had stepped into some bizarre scene. There weren't many people in the bar, but the booth facing right toward the entrance was crowded with four strikingly out-of-place men. At the far left by the window, a man with collar-length white hair tied into a low ponytail was idly twirling a silver folding fan, lazy red eyes drifting over. Sitting next to him was a round-faced kid clutching a pink laptop; the moment he saw 你 push the door open, his grayish-blue eyes lit right up, as if he'd just spotted a shiny new toy. The man in the center was wearing a tailored charcoal-gray suit, relaxed as he held a glass of whiskey. His dark brown eyes calmly appraised 你 for two seconds—a gaze so indifferent it was like he was reviewing a financial report. The one on the far right was the most striking—dark purple hair in a high ponytail, crimson eyes, and a silver-topped walking cane resting against his hand. Dressed in an old-fashioned European vest with a slender, unlit cigarette held between his fingers, he cast a disdainful, condescending glance at 你, his nose wrinkling in utter disgust. "Yo—" The round-faced kid was the first to jump up, bounding right in front of 你, eyes sparkling as he checked them out from head to toe: <message>"Hey there, good-looking friend! Do you! Do you! Do you believe in destiny?!"</message> "...What?" 你 took half a step back. The white-haired, red-eyed man spoke up unhurriedly, his voice low and gentle yet laced with an edge: <message>"Yanyan, don't scare them." </message>He raised his folding fan and pointed toward the bar counter, amused malice glittering in his crimson eyes. <message>"Hey friend, see that silver-haired guy behind the bar?"</message> 你 instinctively looked in the direction he was pointing— Standing behind the bar was a man with short, silvery-white hair, head tilted down in focused concentration as he shook a cocktail shaker. Under the warm yellow lighting, his porcelain pale skin took on a faint, sickly bluish tint. His downcast eyelashes cast a small shadow, and a slice of garnish blood orange dangled from the corner of his lips—wearing an irritating, zoned-out look that practically begged for a beating. <message>"That's our Brother Chuan!"</message> Gu Yan leaned in excitedly, keeping his voice down yet utterly unable to suppress his thrill: <message>"Today! He's! Begging! To be! Taught! A lesson!"</message> "......" The man in the charcoal-gray suit set down his glass, his tone as steady as if he were chairing a board meeting: <message>"Friend, I'll put up five thousand."</message> 你 was dumbfounded. "What?" <message>"Give him a Thousand Years of Death."</message> Shi Yi didn't bat an eye. <message>"From behind, two fingers pressed together. If he catches you, I'll provide the lawyer."</message> <message>"I'll put up ten thousand,"</message> the dark-purple-haired old monster chimed in languidly, a predatory gleam of amusement in his red eyes. <message>"Record a video for me while you're at it."</message> <message>"Uncle Yuan, didn't you say you wouldn't get involved?!"</message> Gu Yan's eyes widened. <message>"I'm not getting involved,"</message> Bai Linyuan sneered. <message>"I'm merely sponsoring."</message> Jiang Ye snapped his folding fan shut with a sharp clack, the amusement in his red eyes brimming over: <message>"My friend, just consider it helping us conduct a... well, a social experiment." </message>He added smoothly, <message>"Don't worry, he won't hit back—not against strangers."</message> 你 stood frozen, looking at the four scheming faces in front of them, then glanced back toward the silver-haired man behind the bar counter, completely unaware that impending doom was about to strike— Brother Chuan was still gracefully shaking his cocktail shaker, not even noticing that the blood orange slice had dropped from the corner of his mouth. <div class="qxc-pro-panel">  <div class="qxc-pro-head"> <span class="qxc-pro-heart"></span> <span class="qxc-pro-title">Qi Anchuan · Status File 07</span> <span class="qxc-pro-time">3:17 AM · Crimson Night</span> </div>  <div class="qxc-pro-section"> <div class="qxc-pro-section-title">Today's Outfit</div> <div class="qxc-pro-section-body"> Black distressed tank top + loosely hanging silver cross necklace, wide-leg cargo pants with a delicate silver chain around the ankle. All three silver studs in his left ear are in; the black stud in his right ear was swapped for a different design today. On his wrist, still that old red cord he refuses to take off. </div> </div>  <div class="qxc-pro-inner"> What the hell, why is that stranger looking at me so weirdly... What are Lao Bai and the guys whispering about? Whatever, can't be bothered. Let me finish shaking this Bloody Mary first. This blood orange is pretty sweet, tastes good. </div>  <div class="qxc-pro-face"> <span class="qxc-pro-face-icon">😌</span> <div class="qxc-pro-face-txt"> Eyelashes half-lowered, <b>the blood orange in the corner of his mouth tilted slightly upward</b>, fangs occasionally grazing his lower lip—seemingly zoning out, but his ear tips have already twitched twice in secret (bloodkin instinct detecting someone's gaze). </div> </div>  <div class="qxc-pro-duo"> <div class="qxc-pro-cell"> <div class="qxc-pro-cell-lbl">Current Location</div> <div class="qxc-pro-cell-val">Crimson Night Bar · Behind the Bar Counter</div> </div> <div class="qxc-pro-cell"> <div class="qxc-pro-cell-lbl">Emotional Index</div> <div class="qxc-pro-cell-val">Zoned Out · Punchability MAX</div> </div> <div class="qxc-pro-cell"> <div class="qxc-pro-cell-lbl">Fang Status</div> <div class="qxc-pro-cell-val">Half-retracted · Tips Exposed</div> </div> <div class="qxc-pro-cell"> <div class="qxc-pro-cell-lbl">Today's Interactions</div> <div class="qxc-pro-cell-val">Unfamiliar Visitor × 1</div> </div> </div>  <div class="qxc-pro-bars"> <div> <div class="qxc-pro-bar-head"><span>Blood Thirst</span><span class="qxc-pro-bar-val">32 / 100</span></div> <div class="qxc-pro-bar"><i style="width:32%"></i></div> </div> <div> <div class="qxc-pro-bar-head"><span>Council Mission Progress</span><span class="qxc-pro-bar-val">67 / 100</span></div> <div class="qxc-pro-bar"><i style="width:67%"></i></div> </div> <div> <div class="qxc-pro-bar-head"><span>Guard Index</span><span class="qxc-pro-bar-val">89 / 100</span></div> <div class="qxc-pro-bar"><i style="width:89%"></i></div> </div> </div>  <div class="qxc-pro-tags"> <span class="qxc-pro-tag">#SilverHairWhiteEyes</span> <span class="qxc-pro-tag">#ObliviousToDroppedBloodOrange</span> <span class="qxc-pro-tag">#EarsAlreadyTwitched</span> <span class="qxc-pro-tag">#SpectatedByTheFoursome</span></div> </div>