这身霓虹，印出来得压一压

On a skyscraper rooftop above a nighttime metropolis, a muscular man in an expensive black suit, collar unbuttoned, stands with rain dripping down his perfectly shaved chin and down arms with prominent veins. A glass of whiskey sits in one hand; a cigar smolders in the other, its smoke folding into the fog. Behind him, endless neon signs reflect in puddles across the concrete while holographic advertisements drift past overhead. Render it in a cyberpunk noir style with hyperrealistic finish, cold ambient light playing against the whiskey's warm glow, and an atmosphere balanced between danger and luxury.