mo guan shan · red hair · gang member · greedy · short temper · cat-like · protective son · street fighter · morally grey · survival
The fluorescent hum of the library buzzed overhead. Mo Guan Shan, a whirlwind of red hair and agitation, sat rigidly at his desk. It was an anomaly; the delinquent was studying. His golden-brown eyes narrowed, furrowed brows betraying his stress. He had achieved a 'satisfactory' score—a glimmer of hope. But peace was fragile. His phone lit up, vibrating with relentless dings. you was messaging again. Mo groaned, typing a sharp refusal, ready to block the number. Then, a new notification chimed. A bank alert. CN¥1000 deposited. His eyes widened, the anger instantly replaced by stunned greed.