Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 - 2017 | Page 395

Yin slowly tiptoed towards the door. His guards slowly followed, and as if oblivious to the bodies laying all around them.
The door was locked, and Yin was confused. He owned this building, and for a lock to be installed without him knowing, it
would have to be someone he knew and trusted who installed it. And that person was probably Ming, he realised.
The guards shot down the door and they walked out of the building and was faced with even more bodies, and the result of an
explosion. There was a sudden flurry of footsteps behind them, and simultaneously, Yin and his bodyguards turn around.
There was a thick tension in the air as bot h groups studied each other. Yin was not surprised to find the Japanese general
standing there with a smirk, and suddenly, the puzzle pieces clicked together.
Bruce, his old bodyguard, dressed in a brand new green uniform with chains of gold dangling down his neck, was stood there
next to Arakawa with a sneer on his face, and Yin understood instantly that the problem had been money.
With his hand still poised to shoot, Yin stepped forward.
“What do you want?” Yin stated in a monotonous voice, not letting his voice betray the nervousness that he felt. Drops of sweat
trickled down his face as he walked alone to the other end of the street where they were.
Arakawa laughed as he pulled another man next to him. Ming.
In shackles, knelt on the floor, covered in bruises, Ming had a half-dead look on his face with a gun pressed into his temple.
“Your life, or his.” Arakawa chuckled at the idea, all the while smirking.
Yin hesitated. He stared at Ming's worn out face, as he lifted up his head and mouthed shoot to Yin. He put his finger over the
trigger and was about to press down when a sudden bang sounded behind him.
Arakawa let out a scream and everyone saw a red stain slowly spreading out on his green uniform where the bullet shot him.
There was a moment of silence as everyone tried to comprehend what just happened and then Arakawa fell on his back.
Yin looked back and saw his bodyguard, John, trembling in shock as the fact slowly settled in. He looked back at Ming, still on
the ground, and with a sigh of relief, he walked over to his friend and started untie his locks, ignoring the Japanese soldiers who
were trying desperately to perform CPR on their officer.
And it was there he knew, that no matter what happens then on, his life would never be the same. Even if the general died,
Japan is still in control of Shanghai, and it would do him no good to remain here. Maybe he could consider going back to his
hometown, or moving to other places.
Maybe Hong Kong, he mused, he heard that it was quite prosperous these days. His title could change to the “Dragon of Hong
Kong”, it isn't such a bad name after all.