Qing Chen walked solemnly out of the Pigeon Cage Building, and just as he stepped out, a bag of trash fell from the sky. If he hadn't dodged quickly, the trash might have landed directly on his head.
Laughter erupted from the building above, with someone mocking, "Your aim is terrible!"
In the room with the open window, someone laughed and said, "Next time, you try it!"
They were on the 12th floor, and even from below, one could hear the booming music from their room.
Qing Chen understood that the people upstairs were deliberately throwing garbage at pedestrians.
These people lived for the moment, residing in the filthy Pigeon Cage, and they ignored both their own lives and those of others.
"This doesn't feel like the human world," Qing Chen shook his head and left, intent on taking the No. 11 light rail tram to the Fourth District Black Swan Restaurant.
Right behind him, a young member of the Black Water Gang quietly followed him.
