The moment the iron door of Causeway Bay Prison was opened, the sea breeze poured into my collar. Three years in the darkroom had finally come to an end. Big Brother B's account has not yet been settled, Jiao Bei's men blocked the alley and said that Brother Nan has left you a job as a thug. The ninety-seven dark lines on the inside of my cuffs were still attached to my skin, and the system dinged and popped up the prototype of my ghost back—the muscles in my back were feeling hot. The young man in leather clothes across from me was still asking Brother Chen whether he was worried or not. I licked my back teeth and said, "Go back and tell Xi B that I want to talk to him face to face."
