In the evening, the five of us met at the mountainside villa specified in the email.

Xu Haolong, a tall and strong second-generation rich kid.

Ma Jie, a media middle manager who can say the right thing to the right person.

Hu Mo, a nearly middle-aged small town test taker still wearing braces.

Yu Duola, a popular internet celebrity and live streamer.

In the hall, we exchanged a few lukewarm pleasantries.

Before coming, I had checked on the people circled in red with a pen and roughly knew the leverage held over them.

I believe they had checked on me as well.

Everyone had a dark look on their face, secretly holding back a surge of energy.

Trying to find out who sent the invitations.

The entire villa was only staffed by a part-time female college student named Honghong.

She guided us to add the villa administrator on WeChat.

The administrator would send us each our room number and password.

Surprisingly, no one turned around and left.

If I had known what I would face next, I would have left without looking back.

Disgrace would be better than staying here!

A strong wind rose outside the window.

There will be a storm tonight.

A storm is coming.

Whoosh—

Aside from sending the room numbers and passwords, the administrator also sent a WeChat message:

After entering the house, please keep the doors and windows tightly closed, do not go out. Do not open the doors and windows before 6 AM tomorrow, or you will bear the consequences yourself.