Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 19

“Another suicide yesterday, Liao. This guy is cold-hearted, whoever he is.” The first man, sporting a large eagle
tattoo, said.
“Yeah, too bad he won’t be able to act high and mighty for much longer.” The other, wearing a rather obnoxious
top hat, answered.
“You really think we can, though? We don’t even know who this guy is.” Man 1 said skeptically.
“Big Boss is onto him. He’s convinced we’ll have him by next moon.” The two blokes started walking towards
Shu.
Even though he was well disguised, a little spark of panic rose. Shu scolded himself. Of course they wouldn’t
recognise him.
True enough, they didn’t. “Two Huangjiu !”
They shouted at the bartender.
Shu scoffed internally. The classic low-class alcohol, of course they would order that.
“Seriously. Big Boss has a whole plan set up. Like, knives and stuff. You know, to seal the deal.” Man 2 said. He
was obviously very determined.
“I don’t know. Last time we tried something he killed eight people without exposing himself. I don’t know how
he does it.”
Well first you have to lose all those pounds, love, Shu jeered. The two blokes started talking about brands of
whiskey, so the disguised man decided that it was time to leave.
Pan Xiong, or their “Big Boss”, had always been greedy. Tonight he wanted to scare Shu, though it was a pathetic
attempt. Well, how off he was in reality compared to plan would nearly be funny. Bet a thousand coins Pan didn't
know anything about the cameras situated everywhere in his base, how his gang had dozens of snitches, taken in by
Shu's better prices. He knew how much hard work Pan had put in.
Don’t want to waste his efforts, right? Pan wants a game, a game he will have. Only problem is, he won’t be the
one winning. No one wins against Shu.