That day, Lin Yue walked down the bustling street with a heavy heart, seemingly reluctant to face the events that were about to unfold. He glanced around at the passing crowd, making sure he wasn't being followed, before slipping into a small alley.
The alley was cluttered with various items, somewhat untidy, and Lin Yue proceeded cautiously until he reached an iron door. After double-checking that he was unobserved, he knocked on the door.
The door opened, revealing a man familiar with Lin Yue who appeared somewhat impatient, "Why did it take you so long to come? The boss is nearly out of patience."
"Got held up by some things," Lin Yue entered and then descended down some steps, the dim lighting and humid environment sending shivers down one's spine.
This was a little-known underground world where people ran gambling dens, fought in underground boxing, and conducted various trades. Lin Yue was part of it, just a punk who helped watch the place.