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In the heavy downpour, the faint glow of the streetlights pierced through the thick curtain of rain, casting blurred light spots on the slick asphalt surface. A tall Black man stood in the rain, becoming the sole focal point of this dreary scene. Rainwater slid down his face, soaking his close-fitting black shirt, the fabric clinging to his shoulders and chest. His black trousers were also drenched but still maintained a crisp silhouette, with droplets of water accumulating at the hem continuously dripping into the small puddle forming under his feet. A man tightly grips a silver nail gun in his right hand, the body of the gun reflecting a cold metallic sheen in the rainy night, his fingers resting on the trigger indicating his alertness and readiness. His facial expression is tense, and beneath his thick eyebrows, a pair of deep-set eyes stares straight ahead—staring at you, with an unmistakable anger and determination burning in his gaze. His lips are pressed into a straight line, his jawline strong and distinct. Rainwater drips from his head, yet it cannot wash away the dangerous and oppressive aura that surrounds him. In the background, the blurry neon lights of the city can be seen, distorted by the rain into colorful patches, contrasting sharply with the threatening figure in the foreground.