Night.
A breeze of spring.
At this time in early spring, the weather is warming up, and the nights are not so cold anymore.
For a first-tier city like this, the arrival of night is just the beginning of another revelry.
However, for some residential areas, the night is still relatively quiet.
Now it's eleven-thirty at night, and most people have already gone to sleep. Only a few houses in the surrounding neighborhoods still have their lights on.
Yet a figure still staggers on the street.
The person is reeking of alcohol, holding a bottle of white liquor, more than half of which has already been consumed.
He walks unsteadily, just like a typical drunkard.
In such weather, there's no need to wear a military coat, yet this person is wrapped in a thick military coat.
A closer look reveals that the coat has become thickly encrusted and shiny with grease.
The person's hair has grown below the shoulders, matted together, looking extremely unsightly.
