In the 1980s and 1990s, Hong Kong was a mess of black and white. I wanted to become a police officer and have a stable job. But I didn't expect that because my appearance and temperament looked too much like a bandit leader or a bad guy, I was assigned to be an undercover agent in the society. I thought that I could just collect evidence and let my elder brother arrest people, but I didn't expect that nine years of undercover career experience had completely changed my personality and life.
How do you differentiate between good people doing bad things and bad people doing good things?
Sorry, I'm a police officer! After a gunshot, I shouted at the top of my lungs: Me too!
This story is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental.
