Russell drove a police car through the chaotic streets of Brooklyn Chinatown, feeling as if he had arrived in some small county town. Whether it was the buildings or the culture, it was far inferior to back home.
Seeing an advertisement on a utility pole claiming that an old Chinese doctor specialized in treating infertility, he fell silent for a moment and pretended he was in New York.
Last night's disturbance had already ended. The farce had caused no casualties, but streamers and paper flowers were everywhere in the streets and alleys. The revelers were all debating whether last night's dragon had been real or fake.
According to reliable news from the neighborhood aunties, last night's dancing dragon had turned into a real dragon not because immortals had revealed themselves, but because evil aliens had used lasers to bring it to life.
Russell searched the streets for the people who had filed reports. It was no wonder the officers on duty last night had concluded that every witness was hallucinating from excessive drinking. There were simply too many elements in the local rumors, and everyone was talking utter nonsense.
After speaking with several reporters one by one, Russell saw memory fragments concerning the "dragon."
It was a thoroughly bizarre dragon, a product of East-West fusion. It had six thick legs, fleshy wings growing from its back, a hideous face covered in horns, and it looked extremely fierce.
It could even breathe fire!
Because its body size put it firmly in the heavyweight class of the slightly chubby world, the fat dragon's wings were purely decorative. It could not even screech as loudly as a pig being slaughtered while airborne.
After confirming that a mysterious incident had indeed occurred last night, Russell continued investigating and arrived at the Chinese medicine clinic