The night at the gymnasium was silent, with only a few people moving around, mostly those returning from the restroom.
You must know that it was just about dusk when the moonlight began to fade, but the entire playground was as still as death, showing no signs of life.
Dazhuang sat alone, squatting in a toilet-like position on the ground, eyes fixed on the horizon. His right hand constantly brought cigarette butts to his mouth, indicating his heavy thoughts as the smoke circled around his face with each inhale and exhale.
Suddenly, from a nearby tent area, the coarse shouting and woman's crying reached his ears.
He instinctively stood up, casually extinguishing the cigarette in his hand, then quickly took a few steps forward and looked around on tiptoe.
In his vision, five men surrounded an old man and a young girl, cursing incessantly. The old man was already slumped on the ground, while the young girl lay prone beside him.
