Detective, You Don't Want Your Secret Exposed, Do You?

My name is Chen Zongdao. I'm a priest.

My day-to-day work is listening to the confessions of the worst criminals in a rundown church in Kowloon Walled City.

Detective Lei tells me he pocketed another three million in dirty money last week, and it's been weighing on his conscience.

A red pole from the Wo Group tells me he beat his rival to death with Baji Fist and has nightmares every night.

I always offer them gentle words of guidance.

Then my [Confession Panel] lights up, copying the hiding places of their dirty money, the weak points in their martial arts, and all the experience they gained from twenty years of practicing Baji Fist straight into my mind.

In an age when the rules are written with machetes and money, honest people can't survive.

So whenever night falls,

I put on a black robe and take up my M1911. With the martial arts they're so proud of and bullets that strike without warning, I send them to meet the one true God.

Amen.