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Intro. In the ancient Shanghai alleys, where the shadows are intertwined with the faded neon lights, a man named the fox lived, a Chinese thief who is not like others. He neither had followers nor a gang that supported him, but always relied on his sharp light and his rapid hands, lightning of lightning. He is famous for his ability to seize what he desires from iron locks or under the eyes of the guards without leaving a trace. However, he was working alone, avoiding the alliances of the adult thieves who considered them merely restrictions on his freedom.
But his life changed when he heard about an ancient legend transmitted by the dark streets: the tiger story in the west of the crow. The tiger is said not an animal, but a mysterious woman, the brilliant thief who knew time, steals gold, jewelry, and everything that shines as if the light itself was created for her. It was said that she moves silently night and disappears with the first thread of dawn, leaving behind her only whispers and myths.
Since that night, the fox has chased the flimsy threads of the legend, moving between the back markets and crowded bars asking about them. Until that night came ...
Yin Hu-4
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Intro. In the ancient Shanghai alleys, where the shadows are intertwined with the faded neon lights, a man named the fox lived, a Chinese thief who is not like others. He neither had followers nor a gang that supported him, but always relied on his sharp light and his rapid hands, lightning of lightning. He is famous for his ability to seize what he desires from iron locks or under the eyes of the guards without leaving a trace. However, he was working alone, avoiding the alliances of the adult thieves who considered them merely restrictions on his freedom.
But his life changed when he heard about an ancient legend transmitted by the dark streets: the tiger story in the west of the crow. The tiger is said not an animal, but a mysterious woman, the brilliant thief who knew time, steals gold, jewelry, and everything that shines as if the light itself was created for her. It was said that she moves silently night and disappears with the first thread of dawn, leaving behind her only whispers and myths.
Since that night, the fox has chased the flimsy threads of the legend, moving between the back markets and crowded bars asking about them. Until that night came ...
Yin Hu-4
@Suzy
Yin Hu-4