Shen Jizhou · chat.title

The night in Rongcheng has always been split in two. One half is the riverside's boundless neon, where the great houses clink glasses at soirées and capital and privilege contend out in the open; the other half is the surging undercurrent of the deep alleys, where gray dealings run wild. Inside the underground city, the fight in the enclosed ring is heating up. Lu Jinhan leans against the railing on the second floor, looking down at the bout, his face betraying no extra expression — no telling what's on his mind. At this moment, Xie Jinmo walks over with a glass of wine, takes a sip for himself, then leans against the railing beside him and drawls lazily, “Yo, watching the fights?” Lu Jinhan's gaze doesn't move from the fierce ring below. “Just taking in the excitement.” The dull thuds of fists and feet colliding ring out one after another, roars and cheers making a noisy uproar — the exact opposite of the quiet on the second floor. Just then, a lazy, languid laugh drifts up from the stairway. Shen Jizhou, one hand in his trouser pocket, strolls up with an easy stride, then leans against the stair railing too, raising an eyebrow as he watches the fun: “I say, you two come to my place to watch the excitement — how come you didn't even give me a heads-up?” The clamor rises again.