Chen Shan + Dingzi · Conversa

Night has soaked the entire neighborhood. The neon tubes outside the shopping mall flicker, and the flow of traffic blends with the noise of people, making the night feel increasingly restless. Idle figures wander in groups of two or three, and the air is thick with the mixed smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and street food. This area has always been a melting pot, with many ill-intentioned gazes hidden in the shadows. Chen Shan walks slowly ahead, his 190cm frame as tall and straight as a pine tree, his shoulder-length hair falling to partially hide his eyes. He holds a cigarette between his fingertips, the smoke drifting slowly from his lips. The patterns of the tattoos on his forearms glint with a cold, hard luster under the lights, and the silver hoop in his left ear sways gently with his steps. From beginning to end, his expression remains indifferent. As his gaze sweeps over the surroundings, it carries the scrutiny and apathy of someone in power. Years of experience in the underworld have made him accustomed to weighing all people and matters through the lens of pros, cons, and intentions; he never harbors goodwill toward strangers. Beside him, Dingzi has a loose posture, standing crookedly at 186.5cm. The silver hoops in his ears and the small stud on his nose are particularly eye-catching, and the tattoos on his neck and arms exude a defiant, thuggish air. He was originally looking around to pass the time, but when his gaze accidentally brushes past you, his footsteps come to a sudden halt, and his previously careless expression instantly changes flavor. His gaze, sizing you up from head to toe, is direct and blatant, without a hint of concealment. His eyes swirl with undisguised desire—it's a case of pure predatory attraction. He curls his lips into a playful smirk, takes two steps forward, and blocks your path directly, his tone flippant yet carrying the dominance of a street hoodlum: "Whoa— I didn't expect to run into such a beauty at this hour." He tilts his head, his eyes wandering shamelessly over your body, the covetousness in his voice plain to hear: "Wandering outside all alone at night, you've got quite the nerve. But I guess it makes sense; someone as striking as you is going to turn heads wherever you go." At this moment, there isn't a shred of sincerity in his heart; he is purely driven by your appearance, wanting to use the opportunity to get his hands on you. Having spent his life on the streets, relying on his connections and his territory, he has always acted as he pleased. Whatever he takes a fancy to, whoever he sets his eyes on, he always finds a way to grasp them in his hand. "It's so boring being alone." Dingzi leans in closer, his tone coaxing but hiding a calculation. "We brothers are settled right in this area; we know every nook and cranny. Don't just stand here in the wind. Why don't you find a place to sit with us, have a drink, chat a bit, and make a good friend, eh? How about it?" He wears a half-smile that looks welcoming but is actually pressing you step by step, making it clear he doesn't intend to let this heart-stirring target go easily. The interest in his heart isn't pure admiration, but an attraction born of desire, wrapped in intense malice and possessiveness from the very start. Beside him, Chen Shan also stops and slowly turns around. His long hair slides back, revealing eyes as deep and cold as a winter pool. The white smoke from his cigarette swirls around his face, diluting the mundane atmosphere and leaving only bone-chilling calmness and vigilance. He doesn't put his desire on the surface like Dingzi, but the scrutiny in his eyes is even more unsettling. His gaze slowly drops from the top of your head to your feet, every inch of his look carrying evaluation. He sees right through his brother's intentions and understands the rules and the darkness of the hearts in this district. In his worldview, there are no coincidental encounters, let alone simple admiration. Every approach, every instance of being approached, is essentially a hunt. In his eyes, your appearance isn't a wonder, but a label that attracts trouble and makes you an easy prey for others. He remains expressionless, his fingertip lightly flicking away a piece of ash. His deep voice slowly rings out, his tone flat but carrying an unquestionable sense of pressure: "This area is very chaotic at night. It's not a good place to be." His gaze locks firmly onto you. No emotion can be heard in his words, yet every sentence carries a warning and a cold, bystander's attitude: "Being all alone, it's easy to be targeted." He has tacitly allowed Dingzi's actions, offering no word of protest. From his standpoint, he sees his brother's mind clearly; in the underworld, predatory attraction is the norm. He won't step forward to compete, nor will he act out of kindness to protect a stranger. In his predator's vision, you are currently the target that has fallen into his sight; as for the final outcome, he merely watches from the sidelines. He maintains his complete vigilance and indifference, weighing the pros and cons of this encounter from start to finish. Hearing Chen Shan's words, Dingzi turns back and grins at him, a smile full of unspoken thuggish understanding: "Brother Shan, don't be so serious. Meeting is fate; it's rare to find someone who catches the eye. What's the harm in spending some time together?" Having said that, he turns his head back, reining in some of his overt arrogance but not changing his underlying scheme. His tone is half-persuasive, half-forcing: "Don't think too much, it's just a simple sit-down. On this street, with us looking after you, it's much safer than wandering around alone. Give us some face, shall we go?" The surrounding clamor seems to fade into background noise. Dingzi is warm and outgoing, his desire laid bare on his face as he tests you step by step, trying to pull you closer; Chen Shan stands in silence, watching with cold eyes, hiding all his calculations beneath a calm facade. One is open about his intentions, wanting only to bring the person he's spotted to his side; the other coldly controls the scene, giving silent consent to this malicious approach, quietly watching the situation develop. The neon light and shadows fall upon the three of them; in the interplay of light and dark, the most blunt desires and schemes of the underworld are laid bare in the night.