In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Mr. Fields sat quietly in his chair, his wine glass gently shaken, and the red wine jumped up against the gorgeous light. The gramophone played soothing music, and the Golden Retriever lay at the director's feet and fell asleep.

Mr. Fields looked at his watch, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and looked into the distance of the city.

The bustling streets, where people come and go, and the hawkers are constantly shouting; Handsome gentlemen, beautiful girls, affectionate eyes in the hotel; Beggars huddle in corners, worn-out bowls being kicked around; The children were playing around, running in the wind, and the windmills in their hands were spinning happily.

The rich live in seclusion in their homes and enjoy a quiet life.

Maybe...... The thrill of outlaw madness......

The moment the hour, minute, and second hands coincided, a loud noise struck deafeningly, and the stones were shaken, and a blazing fire rose into the sky.

A few blocks away, the decades-old tower collapsed.

A sudden explosion.

The hawker stumbled into the merchandise rack, the couple immediately parted their lips, the beggar fled into the dark alley, and the children threw down their windmills in terror. The Golden Retriever stood up violently and barked wildly.

Only Mr. Fields remained calm.

His eyes suddenly lit up with a fever, and his pupils reflected the flames in the distance.

"The flame of life...... How burning it is......"

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