Demonic King of the Metropolis

As night falls in Jingdu City. In the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, Tang Jie stands on the balcony, taking in the nightscape adorned with twinkling stars. Tang Jie is about eighteen or nineteen years old, with deep and expressive eyes set on a sun-kissed face. His nose is prominent, and there’s always a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth, giving him a nonchalant and rakish charm. At that moment, the phone in the room suddenly rings. Tang Jie leaves the balcony, returns to the room, picks up the phone, and says, “Old man, you looking for me?”