At a teahouse in Causeway Bay, Gu Sheng had both legs propped on the table, his chair tipped back onto its rear legs as he rocked back and forth with a Coke bottle in his hand.
He waited a long time before the click of high heels finally came from the stairs.
He Qing came up with a driver who doubled as her bodyguard.
"What time is it? You think my time's worthless?" Gu Sheng lowered his legs, shook his wrist, and pointed at his watch.
"Traffic! There was nothing I could do!" He Qing said simply, sitting opposite him before turning to tell her bodyguard to have the owner bring up a pot of tea.
"Fuck, why does that sound so familiar?" Gu Sheng dug at his ear, thought for a moment, and nearly laughed in irritation.
"The Hung Hom Tunnel's jammed every day, and now the road from the Peak to here is jammed too?"
"Robbers were holding up a cash-in-transit van. I was stuck for quite a while before I could get around it," He Qing explained.
"Wow, someone in Hong Kong Island's got that much nerve? Where?" Gu Sheng raised an eyebrow. The entire route from the Peak to here ran through busy districts.
"Central Street."
"Tsk, more hardcore bandits. Wonder where these outsiders came from!" Gu Sheng narrowed his eyes. It wasn't his territory, so it wasn't a problem.
He ran through several possibilities in his head, but there were far too many cash-in-transit robberies in Hong Kong Island for him to guess which crew it was.
He didn't know whether they had succeeded, either. He would have someone ask around later.
Once the tea arrived, He Qing poured herself a cup, took a sip, and put it down.
Only then did she speak. "A