Hong Kong, Kowloon.
On this peninsula lay a very unusual district. It covered only six acres, roughly 2.7 hectares, but because of historical complications and a treaty signed by the Qing dynasty-
Legally, it still belonged to the East, making it an "enclave within an enclave."
In practice, however, its unique location left it surrounded by other territories, and it had gone ungoverned for nearly a century after the treaty was signed.
This was Kowloon Walled City, the notorious district where none of the three authorities took responsibility. It harbored all manner of filth and crime, and conditions inside were appalling.
But as China grew increasingly powerful and took a firm stance on Hong Kong, negotiations settled on clearing the site in 1993 and turning it into a great park.
And this was where the Daoist Order had chosen to establish its new exchange.
Yaxley stood some distance away, looking at the shabby demolition site, then at the rows upon rows of towering buildings throughout the surrounding Kowloon district.
He could not help sneering. As one of the Death Eaters who preferred using his brain, Yaxley had spent a long time embedded in the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He had made a point of doing some research before coming.
Although the Death Eaters regarded Muggles as creatures no different from livestock or dogs, British Muggles were, after all, British wizards' dogs.
Comparing the Muggles alone, British Muggle buildings were tall and grand, while those of eastern Muggles resembled a sprawling, dilapidated construction site.
If even their Muggles were like this, it was easy to imagine what their wizards must be like.
Yaxley smiled contemptuously. It seemed Mr. Greengrass had been right: the East was pitifully weak!
His task was simple: destroy the exchange the East had