Dressed as an orphan in the Kowloon Walled City, his pockets are cleaner than his face, and he doesn't even have enough to eat. The mission suddenly popped up in my mind: undercover to rectify the underground world. Aunt Fang next door was carrying vegetables and saw me squatting at the corner of the stairs with a meaningful look in her eyes. Just as I was about to explain, there was a scream from the end of the corridor - someone had been chopped.
