The aftermath of the concert was a mess, with the ground violently blasted open into a deep pit big enough for a person and the lighting, props, and the dressing table all scattered about in shambles, like ruins.
Beyond that, there were sporadic bloodstains on the ground, glaringly eye-catching.
In front of this devastation, Ye Feng quietly watched as two Cadillacs slowly departed from the site.
He did not stop Fei Zhong and the others from taking Zhang Zihan away because he knew that this was the will of her father, the richest man in Hong Kong.
"I hope you can protect her well…"
Ye Feng's gaze was deep, having just met and then separated again, this feeling of desolation made his heart feel congested.
Pulling out a pack of cigarettes, he lit one and took a harsh drag before finally turning to leave.
…
It was now around 10:30 pm, a time when most people would have gone to bed, but for many young men and women, the night had just begun!