Wang Yiyuan staggered out of the bar and onto the long street outside.
It was only eight at night, still far from the start of nightlife, yet this famous bar street was already packed with people. Many fashionable young people had arrived early to celebrate the festival, lest they come late and fail to find a seat.
Wang Yiyuan had come in the afternoon. He had forced open the door of a bar and ordered two bottles of foreign liquor, drinking until now.
Now the alcohol was gone, and every last cent on him had been spent, yet he had not found the slightest release. The fire in his heart only burned hotter, turning his eyes blood-red.
Pedestrians on the road hurriedly gave way, unwilling to clash with this drunk man with a savage expression.
Wang Yiyuan made it safely to the parking lot outside the bar street.
Looking at his red BMW, he seemed to see a ball of fire. He muttered over and over, "Die. All of you, die!"
His business had failed, his investments had gone down the drain, and his girlfriend had left him. As a second-generation rich kid, Wang Yiyuan had never suffered such humiliation before. Anger mixed with alcohol had driven his mind into a frenzied state.
He clenched the car keys in his hand. An incomparably intense impulse made him inexplicably excited and exhilarated.
Just then, a figure suddenly brushed past Wang Yiyuan and lightly bumped into him.
"Don't you have eyes when you walk?"
Without thinking, Wang Yiyuan immediately spat out curses, glaring with scarlet eyes as he raged, "You fucking dumbass, rushing off to a funeral?"
The other person clearly did not want trouble and hastened away.
"What are you looking at? Never seen a handsome guy before?"
Wang Yiyuan started