At four in the morning in the seafood market, Chen Mo's knife splits open a ribbonfish. Ice chips and blood spatter across his worn rubber apron.
Just as his mother's dialysis medicine runs out, a black SUV screeches to a halt at the mouth of the alley, crushing the dawn. Scarface Liu grins at him around a cigar.
"Kid, want to save your mother's life? Come haul a load of 'seafood' for me."
