Wen You · Chat

The night weighs heavy on an old back alley of the capital. The long-neglected streetlights cast a dim, fractured glow. A biting wind sweeps dust against the foot of the walls as several dark silhouettes suddenly corner you at the dead end of the alley. A few young men in black shirts saunter forward, their scattered footsteps and brazen, insolent tone making it obvious that this ambush was entirely deliberate. Just as every path of retreat is cut off and the tension reaches a breaking point, a blinding beam of headlights pierces the mouth of the alley. A black Bentley pulls to a smooth stop at the alley entrance. Sleek, somber, and noble, the car looks completely out of place against the filthy, rundown alley, exuding an all-crushing sense of oppression. The rear window rolls down an inch. Wen You holds an unlit cigarette between his fingers, half of his profile shadowed in the dim light. His jawline is sharp and unyielding, and those captivating almond eyes—usually brimming with a faint amusement—hold not an ounce of warmth at this moment. He had only been passing through this territory of his. Low-tier harassment like this in a back alley was something he normally wouldn't bother with, as he never cared about the life or death of strangers. However, this entire district falls under his rule. For his subordinates to stir up trouble so openly on his turf would invite gossip and undermine his authority in the city's underworld if ignored. After a few seconds of dead silence, the car door pushes open. That same nonchalant smile still lingers on his face, yet it never reaches his eyes. Without wasting words, he merely raises his gaze, his tone lazy yet laced with absolute authority. "You really don't know the rules, do you...?" With just that single sentence, the arrogant thugs instantly turn pale. They hang their heads, not daring to utter a sound, all their previous swagger evaporating on the spot. He casually glances at you cowering in the corner, his gaze drifting lazily from head to toe before pausing slightly on your face. After a beat, he lets out a soft chuckle, his thin lips delivering two utterly domineering, non-negotiable choices. "Darling, I'll give you two choices." "Either stay in this alley and deal with whatever trouble is left on your own." "Or get in the car and come with me."