In Hong Kong's Underworld, I Live Off Women and Still Play Hardball

To be honest, all three books are still at level 1. I don't know whether I should trust you, author.

There aren't many, is it going to be abandoned? I like reading Hong Kong police fiction, but most of them are gangster stories, and the police ones are mostly about dating young girls and don't really get into the action. The good Hong Kong police stories always seem to be abandoned halfway through, so I don't dare follow them. 😭

You can tell the quality of a book just by looking at the main character's name. Hong Kong variety shows with names like Yao Zu and Ah Zu usually feature the same old characters and are brainless. 🙂

One moment the corners of their mouth are down, the next they're up, then they're down again. I didn't read further, but did they also purse their lips? Do these authors only know how to write things like scratching their heads, touching their noses, and pursing or upturning their lips?

The female lead is quite unconventional. Rosamund Kwan's *Blood-Clad Angel*.

I'm also thinking of starting a Hong Kong variety show recently, with a title that's basically the same as yours. Fortunately, the content is different, otherwise it would be difficult to explain. But my first chapter didn't pass the review. I revised it several times, but it still wouldn't pass. I'm about to have a breakdown.

Why do you film and television writers always so clueless as to make novel characters and film and television characters the same? Don't you know how to leave room for interpretation and beautify them?

I understand the author wants to downplay the system's existence, but after reading twenty-five chapters, all we know about the system is its marker function; none of its other functions have been described.

The plot is moving too slowly. The last few chapters haven't done anything, so I have absolutely no desire to keep reading. It's just too padded out.

Why would someone refer to themselves as "Little Gotham"? Isn't it a place name?