The silent night sky held the moon hanging alone, not a single star in sight, steeped in an eerie desolation.
Beneath the curtain of night, the city known as Sin City remained ablaze with lights. Ordinary residents across the upper, middle, and lower districts still enjoyed their mundane daily lives, none of them knowing what this city was about to face.
Only that young figure was different—bursting from the mayor's office, shattering the sound barrier, and soaring across the sky.
Whoosh------------------!
Ye Chen's eyes were bloodshot, like charcoal flecked with sparks.
Ye Chen had reached the greatest speed of his life, like a shooting star vanishing in a flash across the horizon.
Scene after scene kept flashing through Ye Chen's mind, like a film screen playing at breakneck speed.
The sight of him waking up on the only bed in that little shack.
The sight of his first meeting with that family.
The sight of him helping the old man work at the construction site.
The sight of him taking the old man to the Black Fist Arena to earn money.
The sight of him holding the child's little hand and walking home together into the sunset.
The sight of him lying with the child amid a field of flowers on the outskirts, relaxing and enjoying themselves together.
And the sight of him sitting beside the fire pit, silently watching this impoverished family enjoy a hearty meal through his small act of help, their faces one by one blooming into happy smiles.
These were the fragments of memory Ye Chen had made while living with the Daig Family over the past few days.
If the unfamiliar, bizarre environment of Sin City had brought immense psychological pressure upon Ye Chen, who did not even know where he was—
Then the Daig