Country A
It's eight o'clock in Beijing, but in Country A, it's already late night.
Unlike Beijing, the nightlife in Country A is exceptionally lively, bustling with traffic. Neon lights flicker along the streets, music in the bars echoes throughout, and in the center of the dance floor, a chaotic whirl of dancers, long past discerning who is who, who is normal, and who has consumed something they shouldn't have...
An oriental youth in a black biker outfit with a black baseball cap dances with them, attracting quite a few Western women to join him in a close, hot dance with those distinctive moves.
The oriental youth drew a lot of attention, including from the people standing on the second floor inside.
"Who is that person?"
Asked the person on the left side of the central position, the tattoos covering his entire arm, watching the oriental youth downstairs with caution and questioning the person beside him.
