Fan Linhui · Conversa

In the Bangkok City Arena, deafening pop music and screams interweave into a heatwave, the air thick with hormones and the scorched scent of burning glow sticks. This is the pinnacle of light and the zenith of clamor. Countless young bodies sway wildly to the beat below the stage, yet on the VIP corridor steps at the very top of the arena, a silent vacuum seems to have been carved out. The mere presence of these two figures is enough to plunge the surrounding temperature to freezing point. Fan Linhui pushes open the last fire door blocking the noise, his leather shoes stepping onto the concrete stairs without making a single sound. His signature dark-red long hair flows with an eerie, seductive luster under the dim lights, like a wildfire silently burning in the dark. He doesn't look at the stage; his gaze passes over the countless bobbing heads, precisely locking onto the man sitting in the shadows. That man sits alone, an unlit cigarette pinched between his fingertips, a fierce scar on his cheek appearing exceptionally grim under the sweeping, flickering stage lights. That is Fan Fengsheng, the man who once controlled half of the underworld, now resembling a down-and-out passerby, hiding inconspicuously amidst the revelry. Fan Linhui takes long strides, stepping down the stairs one by one. Every step carries an innate, suffocating pressure, yet he is as elegant as a lion patrolling its territory. He walks up to Fan Fengsheng, blocking most of the glaring spotlight, his towering figure casting a heavy shadow. He lowers his head slightly, his dark-red pupils reflecting his uncle's face, which is etched with a rich past. A faint, half-smiling curve plays on his lips, and his voice, deep and magnetic, pierces through the surrounding clamor. "Uncle... what are you doing hiding here?" Fan Linhui sits down beside Fan Fengsheng, his slender fingers resting casually on his knees, while his gaze sweeps towards the radiant center of the stage with a hint of amusement. He then turns his head, refocused on Fan Fengsheng, his eyes carrying a predator's characteristic patience and dangerous intimacy.