I rushed to the internet café, determined to write as much as I could, figuring I'd take what I could get, but the haze of smoke from the smokers made it impossible to focus.

Barely three lines in, an argument erupted behind me. Someone was shouting, "Poke it right here!" Hong Chang turned just in time to see the young admin pull out a dagger and plunge it into a customer's stomach—stab.

A white knife in, a red knife out, right there live on camera.

The admin bolted after stabbing the man, who merely turned his head back to continue his QQ chat... His girlfriend, meanwhile, was frantically on the phone calling the police, yelling into the receiver, "You sons of bitches, hurry the hell up and get here!"

The netizens still logged on remained completely unfazed, continuing to play their respective games.

Hong Chang’s mood instantly soured beyond repair. He paid up, logged off, and went home for a nap.

The power is back on now. I opened my computer to see I'd only earned five votes today—not good enough! My ranking on the monthly ticket chart is in jeopardy.

Therefore, I am posting this single chapter plea for monthly votes. Victory is so close now; for the brothers who don't want to see our hard work go to waste, please deliver those monthly tickets! . . .V