May 12th, evening.
Dusk had fallen.
In a corner of the Golden Triangle, there was a remote town forgotten by the world, where countless crimes festered due to its location in such an infamous area.
This was a neutral zone, loosely managed by a coalition government.
But because it was situated within the Golden Triangle Region, even if there was order on the surface, behind the scenes, it could be described as completely decrepit; it was merely free from surrounding warlords' conflicts for the time being.
As night descended, the entire town seemed to be enveloped by a thick haze, with even the starlight appearing dim and intermittent.
At the edge of the town, dilapidated buildings were densely packed—breeding grounds for illegal activities and fertile soil for various criminal acts.
In the dark, one could occasionally spot one or two figures hurrying along. Their movements were sneaky, as if they were avoiding something.
