Kowloon City, Hong Kong---

The sky was overcast, and soon it crackled and it rained.

In Hong Kong's subtropical climate, heavy rains are the most common, but they were not as violent as they are today.

The raindrops were smashed from the sky to the ground like sifting beans, and shallow pits were smashed on the ground, and they were smashed on the branches and leaves, and the branches and leaves shook and trembled, and smashed on people's faces, and the pain was hot.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the whole sky was frighteningly dark, and as far as the eye could see, it was all rain, and there was no one to be seen on the road.

Occasionally, a few taxis honked their horns and staggered with their high beams on, and the whole world seemed to enter a space of nirvana.

"This damn weather, Pu your mother, God!" Fish Ball Guy Ah Ming looked up at the heavy rain, stayed in his leaking shed, and kept scolding his mother.

Ah Ming, the fish ball guy, has been selling fish balls in this place for a long time, and when Kowloon City was not called Kowloon City, it was called Kowloon Walled City, and Ah Ming had already set up a stall here to sell fish balls.

Ah Ming's fish balls are very famous, even if the Kowloon Walled City was in chaos back then, and the four detectives were helpless against the heroes of the walled city, he fish ball guy Ah Ming was still able to set up a stall here and stand tall.

To tell the truth, from the era of the four detectives, Ah Ming has made a lot of money, and it stands to reason that he should have stayed at home early to enjoy the happiness of his children; unfortunately, Ah Ming's life is not good, his wife has lung cancer, and he spent a lot of money, and the money he originally saved to buy a store by selling fish balls was also put in--- and in the end, his wife's life was not saved, and Ah Ming, the fish ball guy, still has no house and no shop, so he can only sell his fish balls in this kind of broken place.

At this time, there are not many guests in the shed, to be precise, there are only two tables in total, the first table is a pair of junior high school men and women, wearing the white uniforms of vocational schools, looking like the kind of little couple who skip class, sticking together, laughing from time to time, the fish balls placed in front of them are almost cold, and they haven't eaten a few bites.

On the other table sat a man, burly, with a small flat head, dressed in dark green clothes, very old, very wrinkled, out of step with the fashionable atmosphere of Hong Kong, but like a native hat from the mainland, especially wearing those green rubber shoes, even more earthy.

For some reason, the first time Amin saw this man, he felt that something was about to happen. After staying in Kowloon City for so long, and doing this kind of business, Ah Ming has never seen anyone, and the rough-looking man in front of him is eating fish balls vigorously, even if it is raining, he is sweating profusely, asking for bowl after bowl, as if this is his last meal, and he eats very much.

When Ah Ming saw this, he had an extra heart.

Although the store is small, he doesn't want to have an accident.

In fact, there have been a lot of things going on in Ah Ming's shop before, especially those clubs slashing people or something, which have happened, but now that we have entered the nineties, everyone is gentle, and the people in the rivers and lakes also talk about money rather than fighting and killing, and that kind of fighting has decreased a lot.

While Amin was thinking wildly, there was too much rainwater on the canopy, and it became a weighing weight on the shed, and some of it flowed in through the cracks and onto Amin's face.

"Thief God--- I can't live this day!" Ah Ming complained in his heart, and had to take a slender bamboo pole and poke the stagnant water with one end.

At that moment, a man walked in from outside with an umbrella.

In the black rain curtain, like a ghost, maybe it was the sound of the rain that suppressed his footsteps, if it wasn't for Ah Ming turning around, he wouldn't have known that someone had come in.

With a snap, the man closed the umbrella he was holding, and the black canvas umbrella was held upside down, and rain was constantly dripping from it.

"Welcome, what do you want to eat?"

"A serving of fish curry. The man said.

As soon as Ah Ming wanted to find a clean seat for the other party, he saw that the man walked directly to the rough man who was immersed in eating fish balls without saying a word.

Ah Ming was stunned for a moment, and then the faint light in the shed, only then did he see the appearance of the umbrella man clearly--- he looked very Sven, his hair was meticulously combed, ******, he was also wearing a black suit, and he was wearing leather shoes under his feet, even if it was raining outside, the leather shoes were very clean, obviously by car.

Ah Ming wanted to look at the other party a few more times, but the man suddenly turned his head and looked at Ah Ming, intentionally or unintentionally.

Ah Ming was embarrassed, and hurriedly shouted: "A piece of curry fish balls!" and then went to make fish balls.

The umbrella man walked to the rough man's seat, and sat down without saying a word, then leaned the umbrella against the table, took out a blue handkerchief embroidered with English letters from his arms, wiped his cheeks stained with rain, and wiped his hands again, and then folded it again and put it in his arms.

From the moment the umbrella man sat down, the rough man who was immersed in eating fish balls never looked up, still sweating profusely eating fish balls--- after the fish balls were finished, he picked up the bowl, grunted, and drank again, and there was not a drop of soup left.

"Sir, your curry fish balls are ready!" Ah Ming suddenly appeared and placed the freshly prepared and steaming curry fish balls in front of the umbrella man.

The umbrella man had a straight face, and said thank you to Ah Ming, who was waiting to collect the money, with a blank face.

Amin: "......"

Rub your hands, there are not many people anyway, and you can settle the account after eating.

Amin left.

The umbrella man glanced at the steaming fish balls in front of him, gently pushed the fish balls to the rough man with his hand, and said, "Eat more." ”

The rough man hiccuped and glanced at the fish balls: "I'm full." ”

"Eat as much as you can, you know, it's dangerous to give you a job this time. The umbrella man said.

"I see money to work--- there is a lot of money, and my life can be given to you. The rough man said harshly.

"I don't want your life, your life is of no use to me. The umbrella man whispered, "I want someone else's life." ”

"Who's the target?" the rough man's eyes flashed.

The umbrella man took out the wallet from his arms, opened it, took out a photo, put it on the table, pressed it with his fingers, and pushed it over.

The rough man wiped his mouth with his hand, reached for the photo, and looked at it---

In the photo, it was a very handsome young man, wearing a black windbreaker, a white suit inside the windbreaker, smiling at the moment, standing next to a luxury Mercedes-Benz car, holding a cigarette in his hand, and scratching the left eyebrow with the tail finger of the cigarette hand--- under the sun, the whole person looked more personable than many Hong Kong superstars.

The rough man was expressionless, flipped through the photo casually, and three words were written on the back of the photo---Song Zhichao!"