When I squeezed onto the southbound green train from a mountain village in the northwest, I only had half a dry steamed bun left in my pocket.
When I first arrived in Hong Kong, I worked in a tea restaurant cleaning tables for a year until I blocked the machete for my boss.
He took me in, taught me how to read and read newspapers, and analyzed the undercurrents in the church's accounts.
Three years later, I pointed to the night view of Victoria Harbor and said to my brothers:
"The money from casinos and nightclubs is too dirty. If we want to make money, we can make money from all of Kowloon."
They all laughed at my wishful thinking.
Until I fought my way out of the siege holding my seriously injured uncle, and he held on to my collar in the pool of blood:
"Anan... Did you know there was an ambush?"
It was then that I realized that the most poisonous thing in this world is not the sword, but the human heart.
Reader comments
So fake. They regard Young and Dangerous and the protagonist's third uncle as gods.
So fake. They regard Young and Dangerous and the protagonist's third uncle as gods.