A narrow, long, cold, dark alley—a corner of the world that seemed forgotten.
Sunlight could barely reach it directly, leaving it shrouded in gloom year-round and filled with a rotten, oppressive air.
The walls were covered in patchy moss, slick with moisture. The stone pavement was uneven, dotted with pools of foul-smelling stagnant water.
Miscellaneous junk was piled in the corners, but a noisy yet strangely rhythmic sound came from deeper within.
After a long while, two figures emerged, one in white and one in red. Both wore somewhat unnatural expressions.
"Oscar, we absolutely can't tell anyone about this. Otherwise, the two of us—"
The fat man in red pressed his fingers together and made a slicing motion across his throat.
"Fatty, I'm not stupid. Is this something we can tell people? We actually did it with a man..."
Oscar took a deep breath but ultimately did not dare finish the sentence.
"Let's go. We'll just pretend it was a nightmare."
Whenever Ma Hongjun recalled what had happened last night, a chill ran down his spine. He had actually been interested in a man! And Oscar too...
"Go, go! It'll be bad if that guy wakes up and sees us."
(The two swiftly fled the scene.)
About fifteen minutes after they left, rustling sounds finally came from deep within the alley, as though someone were getting dressed.
"Cough, cough."
A bout of coughing came from the depths of the alley. When he emerged, he turned out to be an utterly ordinary-looking young man, with something of a clownish appearance.
That was right. This was the reincarnated God King Tang himself—Tang Chuan!
However, his current situation was more than a little terrible. His clothes were disheveled, his pert rear was raised, and he wore an expression of utter despair.
He wanted