The time is three minutes ago, Tokyo, Japan, inside the venue of the Mirror Auction at the Yugong Building.
Looking from the entrance, the sight inside the auction hall can be described as a complete mess.
Fragments of red seats are scattered chaotically on the ground, with the smoke of an explosion yet to fully dissipate, hanging in the air like a hazy mist. A flock of crows flaps their wings, slowly flying in the mist, their black feathers rustling as they fall.
The light of the crystal chandeliers spreads out evenly, revealing two intact seats at the center of the auction hall that stand in stark contrast to their surroundings.
Sitting in the very middle seat is a young man in a Zhongshan suit. He rests his fist against his cheek, sleeping soundly like a puppet, undisturbed by the noise outside.
Not far away, in another seat, sits Li Qingping with his fingers interlocked, his face lowered, staring expressionlessly at the members on the auction stage;
