PREVIEW
... horns, echoing on the crowded streets. The scorching sun baked the gray asphalt road, and the heat surged, causing the entire street to seem distorted.
Under the few clusters of trees on the side of the road, a few young people were gathered, smoking and waiting for the traffic lights.
Suddenly, one of the young men who was blowing smoke seemed to have noticed something. He looked over to the corner of the street and exclaimed, "Nuo, what are you looking at?"
His compani ...
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