Golden City Resort main building, top floor Presidential Suite.
The central air conditioning has stopped functioning due to the power outage.
Inside, it's pitch dark, so dark that you can't see your hand in front of your face, and the temperature is gradually rising.
Without the cool air blowing, the entire suite feels like a steaming cage, unbearably hot.
Fang Cheng stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, one hand tucked into his pants pocket.
The garden and artificial lake, originally illuminated by landscape lights, have been swallowed by darkness.
Clouds churn in the sky, occasionally letting a ray of cold moonlight escape, which soon merges back into the deep night.
This is not a bustling urban area.
After the power went out, everything around is silent, as if it has reverted to a primitive state.
Fang Cheng's gaze crossed the pitch-black resort grounds towards the dense forest several kilometers away.
