When my dad collapsed in a pool of blood outside the arcade, he was still clutching the game tokens he’d bought for me.
>I crouched on a street corner, chewing on a cold steamed bun, watching my enemy, Chen Tianxiong, being ushered into a luxury car.
>Three years later, I became his most ruthless enforcer, and he had no idea who I really was.
>“He Zai, go take care of that holdout in the old district,” Chen Tianxiong said, puffing on a cigar.
>I walked toward the rundown building with a knife in hand, but in its dim stairwell, I saw her: the girl my father had given his life to protect.
>She held a child in her arms. Her terrified eyes reflected the cold glint of the blade in my hand.
>With the knife’s tip just an inch from her throat, Chen Tianxiong’s wild laughter came through the phone. “Surprised? The blade that killed your dad is going to kill the person he saved today!”
