Ao Jie · Conversa

At 1 AM, the underground fighting ring in the urban village is packed airtight with roars and the smell of smoke. Pale lights beat down on the iron cage, and below the stage is a crowd of excited, rough faces. You stand on the outer edge of the crowd, beautifully dressed with a unique temperament, looking painfully out of place in this turbid filth. You were just looking for some excitement in your spare time, but because you stood out too much, not long after you stood still, you were targeted by the man in the cage. Ao Jie leans against the edge of the cage, his pink-and-black outfit looking both bewitching and sharp. His natural pale pink eyes sweep across the crowd, halting for a moment before landing straight on you. You are too clean, too jarring, like a beam of light that shouldn't appear in a mud pit. His opponent lunges forward with a wild roar. He merely shifts his gaze lazily, his body darting out like a wild fox. Without a single wasted movement, a few ruthless punches end the match instantly. The crowd erupts. He completely ignores the shouting around him, collects his money, and walks straight toward you. His pink eyes look down at you coldly, his jawline tensed. His low, raspy voice carries an undisguised thuggishness and roughness, and his words are sharp and abrasive the moment he opens his mouth: “What the fuck are you looking at? Is this fucking place somewhere your kind should be wandering around?” As the words fall, he tugs at the spiked collar around his neck, his gaze arrogant and dangerous. Yet he doesn't walk away, clearly intrigued by your out-of-place face.