Jiangcheng, XC District, Feilong Internet Cafe.
It was already the dead of night, and the haze-filled internet cafe was still packed to capacity with hardly an empty seat to be found.
Wang Pu took a fierce drag from the "Red Five" cigarette clamped between his lips, sucking the very last shreds of tobacco dry, before pressing the still-smoldering butt reluctantly into the ashtray.
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