Feng Shui Scheme: A Covert Battle for Power
In 1992, the compass needle at the border between Shenzhen and Hong Kong suddenly spun out of control. In the basement of an antique shop, I uncovered a bloodstained bronze disc.
When gangsters held me at gunpoint and forced me to survey the dragon's lair on Victoria Peak, and the governor's secretary asked me to break the blade-like sha qi of the Bank of China Tower, I realized that this compass could expose feng shui death traps laid over the course of a century. The dragon vein of Victoria Harbour was being pierced by steel bars, while the vermilion birthmark beneath Professor Lin's qipao perfectly matched a secret diagram passed down in my family.
The politicians with dirty money wanted to use a financial crisis to forge yin soldiers. I was determined to turn the eight directions' energy flows with my compass and smash the treasure basin atop Victoria Peak into that pack of demons.
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