"Boss!"
"Good work. Come see me at the shop tomorrow afternoon." Gu Sheng patted Ah Wah and Zhang Chun on the shoulders as he left.
"You know where it is, right?"
"Yes." Both men looked delighted.
Once inside the car, Gu Sheng rolled down the window and lit a cigarette. Looking at the sea nearby, he felt a little wistful.
"One less familiar face soon..."
"Big B, Teem-Kwan, Chiang Tin-sang, Chiang Tin-yeung, Fat Lai, Pretty Ma, Yam Ching-tin, Camel, Crow, Ah Lok, Chen Mei, Foolish Cai... Sai Fei..." Gu Sheng flicked his ash. With barely a thought, a whole string of names came to mind.
"The underworld really is a road of no return. Nobody ends well. They all wound up in coffins! Some didn't even get a coffin!"
And those were the big shots. When the underlings died, nobody even knew, let alone remembered them.
Sitting in the driver's seat, Tin Yeung-sang shrugged at the words behind him.
Don't you know how those people died, Boss?
Tin Yeung-sang thought for a long time but still couldn't figure out why Gu Sheng had suddenly become so reflective.
His boss certainly wasn't the sentimental type.
"Boss, what made you think of all that today? It's not your style!" Tin Yeung-sang said with a laugh.
"I just think I've made an outstanding contribution to public safety on Hong Kong Island. When exactly are they going to give me a Good Citizen Award?"
Gu Sheng changed tack and burst out laughing.
Even the Hong Kong Island Police Force hadn't contributed as much as he had. How many Bosses could they put away in a year?
He thought he deserved a Bauhinia Medal.
"In a couple of days, invite all the prominent figures in Hong Kong Island's triads to dinner. Let's see who still