Ling Chen stood still, listening intently for a moment, and realized the footsteps were approaching him. Immediately, he turned off the phone's light, quietly leaned against the wall, and fixed his gaze ahead.
After more than ten seconds, a faint light appeared in Ling Chen's line of sight. Focusing intently, he realized the faint light came from a phone screen. A young man in his twenties, holding a phone, was gasping for breath as he stumbled along, covered in filth, looking as disheveled as one could be.
When the young man got closer, Ling Chen suddenly lunged forward, quickly locking the other's neck and thrusting him against the wall.
The young man was startled, struggling desperately, and shouted loudly, "No, don't kill me, please, give me a chance!"
"Shut up!" Ling Chen said softly, "Look carefully at who I am first."
