Hong Kong Island: Portable Space, Diamonds Explode the Capital Circle

When Lu Chen stepped out of Crown Bank, the secret of his personal space had become entangled in the undercurrent of Hong Kong. The tens of millions of dollars exchanged for the moissanite fell into the bag, and the moment the contract was signed, a larger abyss also opened under the feet. The textile factory that everyone shunned, the weeds buried in the neighborhood that even the patrolmen didn't want to set foot on; the woman who suddenly appeared at the auction, her sight was like a knife blade sliding against the side of her neck, she left an envelope sealed with lacquer, turned around and disappeared into the depths of the night. In the suite of the Mid-Levels Hotel, cigar smoke was rising. The young lawyer opened the account book and his fingertips passed over the rows of numbers, as if he had touched the hidden line at the edge of the chessboard. The chessboard in Hong Kong is big enough to swallow up the bones of all those who underestimated the enemy. It is also big enough to allow a speck of dust from the future to set off a storm that sweeps the entire Hong Kong Island. Lu Chen lit his cigar and looked out the window at the darkening night. The elevator door of the portable space was slowly opening, and the shocking scam about moissanite had just been written. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.