> I transmigrated into a sixteen-year-old boy who illegally entered Hong Kong in 1978, and squeezed onto a bed in my uncle's public housing flat, where five people shared one room.
> My aunt pointed at the instant noodles in the pot and sneered: “Mainland boy, can kung fu fill your stomach?”
> That is, until I split a triad thug's cleaver with one palm in a cha chaan teng, then used Cloud-Treading Steps to leap over Temple Street on the clotheslines.
> When the TVB cameras pointed at me, I wiped my sweat and said, “You have to believe in science.”
> That night, all of Hong Kong watched footage of me pointing at over a hundred people from a distance in slow motion. A guest dropped his microphone: “Throw ‘believe in science’ in the trash!”
> The next day, a police car came to take me away. My uncle's family cried, thinking I was going to be deported.
> Instead, they saw me eating egg tarts at the police station while the Commissioner of Police poured my tea himself.
> The pretty policewoman whose arm I'd held leaned closer. “Master Lin, could you teach us a few moves?”
> Looking into her eyes from so close, I felt my face grow a little hot.
> Outside the window, reporters were still shouting: “Mr. Lin! What exactly is science?”
> Looking at the specially approved ID card on the table, I thought
> Maybe I should start this martial arts school by taking on a whole squad of police officers as students?
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