About thirty li from Qinggang City stood an abandoned city.
A Crimson Moon hung in the sky, looking unusually large, as if it occupied half the sky above the abandoned city and swallowed most of the night. The silent ruins of the city were dyed a faint red, as though streams of blood were slowly flowing through them.
At the edge of the abandoned city, people had gathered on the roof of a thirty-story building.
They used no lighting equipment, relying only on the moonlight overhead to see.
Seven or eight fully armed men held guns in their arms and stood guard along the edges of the building.
In the middle of the rooftop sat a box, with several wine glasses, cans, luncheon meat, and steamed buns arranged on top.
Three people sat beside the box. One wore a beret and a pair of huge sunglasses. He carried a distinctive air of fierceness—the calm and composure that could only be forged after years of struggling through the wilderness.
Another looked like a boy with a somewhat oversized head and an extremely thin body. His small eyes held an eerie glint.
The last was a man in a red suit, with long hair and a smile that never left his face.
The three looked at one another, their eyes filled with wariness.
Amid the tension, the man in sunglasses suddenly flung his hand out and said in a low voice,
"Pair of twos..."
"..."
He covered the remaining cards, his expression quite provocative.
The big-headed boy glanced at the hand of cards he held, and a fierce look appeared on his face.
He suddenly steeled himself, drew two cards, and slapped them down.
"Joker bomb..."
The man in sunglasses immediately looked awkward.
Then the big-headed boy drew another handful of cards