Hong Kong.
Sham Shui Po pier.
Thunder and rain raged, and inky waves churned. Beneath the downpour, a battered fishing boat rocked its way to shore, and two figures emerged into the rain and disembarked.
Several figures on shore immediately came forward to meet them, walking briskly beneath umbrellas.
"We got across that easily?"
Lian Youming noticed that while they were openly smuggling themselves into Hong Kong, two white men not far away simply stood smoking as though they saw nothing. The scene could hardly have been stranger.
Holding an umbrella over him, Zhu Wu answered in a low voice, "Money makes things easy. Those Brits might look respectable, but the big ones take big bribes and the little ones take little bribes. They count on these shady businesses to line their pockets."
"A bunch of scum!"
Lian Youming had deliberately changed his outfit for this trip. Instead of his usual shirt and trousers, he wore a black Tang suit, and even his mask had been replaced with an iron one. Since he had come to slaughter people, his true identity still needed to stay hidden-and well hidden at that.
Five Green Gang disciples had come to meet him.
Leading them was a middle-aged woman in a dark green qipao. But as the edge of her umbrella lifted, the curtain of rain revealed a face as horrifying as a vengeful ghost: one eye, one ear, half her face looking as though it had been burned by fire, and even part of her nose missing.
Yet the other half of her face retained a certain allure, with a vicious, sinister air.
Half-Faced Asura.
"My name is Yang Qing. I'm Yang Lian's sworn younger sister." Her voice was hoarse, her speech brisk and direct. "This isn't the place to talk. Let's talk