"Woohoo, woohoo, woohoo—"
The universally recognized sound of an ambulance siren rang out under the night sky, and with its alarm frequency far exceeding normal, it was hard not to draw the attention of passersby.
Gossip is a universal human instinct; after a brief commotion, acquaintances gathered in small groups and began discussing the incident.
"Man, who's so rich to call so many ambulances? Could it be that all the rich folks in Saint Luotan are sick?"
A carefree young man curled his lips, muttering with a hint of a curse, and the uncle watching the shop glanced at him and said,
"You don't know yet, kiddo? Recently, there's been an 'Ambulance Demon' in Saint Luotan who specifically targets street punks like you!"
"How come I'm a street punk! I call this rock and roll! This is punk, you understand?" The young man bristled immediately but still humbly asked for advice,
"So, uncle, what exactly is this Ambulance Demon you mentioned?"