If the trading of power and money in Hong Kong City is like a gluttonous feast by the swamp, then he is the dog that lingers under the table when changing glasses, licking the bones and dregs that fall from the table, and driving away passers-by who want a piece of the pie. He doesn't know where he is. When did he get tired of it? Maybe it was the feasting and feasting life, maybe he was tired of watching the rise and fall of the past, maybe it was the endless meaningless killings, maybe it was the revelation of the truth. In short, he wanted to escape, but he seemed to have fallen into the swamp too deep...
Intention: Reflection, confusion, healing