The night wind blows gently.
The street is deserted and empty.
It's not completely silent, after all, there are the painful groans of gang members sprawled all over the road, and cries as heartbreaking as ghostly wails. They want to suppress their voices, but their willpower isn't strong enough to resist the pain.
Pain! Too painful!
Not only have their bodies been harmed, but their fragile hearts have also suffered serious damage. In the past two days, instead of bullying others, they have received two beatings in a row. They haven't extorted any money and now have to spend on medical expenses. What's to come is uncertain...
Such events naturally leave them completely defenseless.
Since the ghostly wail-like sounds are already unpleasant and piercing, the night wind makes them mix together, and they change completely when transmitted over a certain distance.
