Hong Kong, Kowloon City—

The sky was gloomy and soon, it started to rain heavily.

In a subtropical climate like Hong Kong, heavy rains are the most common, but it is not as violent as today.

The raindrops were smashed from the sky and the ground like sieve beans. A shallow pit was smashed on the ground and hit the branches and leaves, causing the branches and leaves to shake and tremble, hitting people's faces, with a scorching pain.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the whole sky was already scaryly dark. Looking around, it was full of rain and there was no one on the road.

Occasionally, several taxis whistle and drive in high beams, and the whole world seems to have entered a space of nirvana.

"This damn weather, Pu, my mother!" Ah Ming, the fish ball man, looked up at the heavy rain, stayed in his shed that kept leaking water, and kept cursing.

The fish ball man Amin has been selling fish balls in this place for a long time. When Kowloon City was not called Kowloon City, it was called Kowloon City, Amin had already started selling fish balls here.

Amin’s fish balls are very famous. Even though the Kowloon City was in chaos back then, the four major insidious detention leaders were helpless against the heroes of the city. Amin, the fish ball man, could still set up a stall here and stand firm.

To be honest, from the time of the Four Inspectors, Amin made a lot of money, and logically speaking, he should have stayed at home to enjoy the blessings of his children. Unfortunately, Amin's life was not good. His wife had lung cancer and spent a lot of money. He originally sold fish balls to save money to buy a store, but also took it in. In the end, his wife's life was not saved. Amin, the fish ball man, still had no house or shop, so he could only sell his fish balls in such a broken place.

At this time, there were not many guests in the shed. To be precise, there were only two tables in total. The first table was a junior high school boy and a woman wearing white school uniforms from a vocational school. She looked like a young couple who skipped classes, stuck together and laughed from time to time. The fish balls placed in front of her were almost cold and she didn't eat a few bites.

On another table was a man with a burly body, with a small flat head, and a dark green dress. The clothes were old and wrinkled, which was incompatible with the fashionable Hong Kong atmosphere. He looked like a rustic hat from the mainland, especially wearing the green rubber shoes under his feet, which made him even more rustic.

For some reason, when Amin saw this man at first, he felt something was going to happen. After staying in Kowloon City for so long, he was doing this kind of business again. No one had ever seen Amin. The rough-looking man in front of him kept lying on fish balls. Even on rainy days, he was sweating all over and asked for bowl after bowl, as if this was his last meal, and he ate very voraciously.

Seeing this, Aming became more sensible.

Although his store is small, he doesn't want anything to happen.

In fact, there have been many things happening in Amin's store before, especially those clubs cut people, and so on. However, now that we are in the 1990s, everyone is gentle, and people in the martial arts world talk about money and not fighting and killing, so the fights are reduced a lot.

Just as Amin was thinking about it, the rainwater in the canopy was accumulated too much and pressed on the shed like a weight. Some of them flowed in through the gap and flowed to Amin's face.

"God, the god - this day is impossible!" Ah Ming complained in his heart, and had to take a slender bamboo pole and poke the water with one end. The water was poked down, like pouring water, flowing all over the ground.

Just then, a man walked in from outside with an umbrella.

In the black rain curtain, it was like a ghost. Perhaps the sound of rain suppressed his footsteps. If Amin hadn't turned 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 put into his hand, and rain kept dripping from it.

"Welcome, one? What do you want to eat?" It is rare that a guest came to the door in such a ghost weather. Amin hurriedly greeted him and welcomed him warmly.

"A curry fish balls," the man said.

Just as Ah Ming was about to find a cleaner seat for the other party, he saw the man walking towards the rough man who buried his head in the fish balls without saying a word.

Aming was stunned for a moment, and then the faint light in the shed was able to see clearly the appearance of the umbrella man - he looked very gentle, his hair was meticulously combed, he was wearing a black suit and leather shoes under his feet. Even though it was raining outside, the leather shoes were very clean, obviously he was driving.

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

Amin was embarrassed and hurriedly shouted: "A serving of curry fish balls!" Then he went to make fish balls.

The man with umbrella walked to the rough man's seat, without saying a word, sat down directly, 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, then folded it and put it in his arms.

Since the man in the umbrella sat down, the rough man who buried his head in eating fish balls never looked up. He was still eating fish balls with sweat. After fish balls were taken down, he picked up the bowl, gulp, and drank it again, without a drop of the soup.

"Sir, your curry fish balls are ready!" Ah Min suddenly appeared and placed the steaming curry fish balls that had just been prepared and placed in front of the man in the umbrella.

The man with an umbrella face said thank you to Amin who was waiting to collect the money without expression.

Amin: "…"

Rub your hands, there are not many people anyway, so you can settle the score 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 hands, and said, "Eat more."

The rough man burped and looked at the fish balls: "I'm full."

"If you have some food, try to eat as much as possible. You know, the job you give you this time is very dangerous." said the umbrella man.

"I think the money is working - if you have more money, you can give your life." The rough man said fiercely.

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

"Who is the target?" The rough man's eyes were fierce.

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

The rough man wiped his mouth with his hands, reached out to pick up the photo, and looked at it-

In the photo, it was a very handsome young man wearing a black windbreaker with a white suit inside the windbreaker. He was smiling at the moment, standing next to a luxurious Mercedes-Benz, holding a cigarette in his hand, and using the tail finger of the cigarette holder to scratch the tip of his eyebrows on his left. Against the backdrop of the sun, he looked even more graceful than many Hong Kong superstars.

The rough man had no expression on his face and flipped over the photo casually. There were three words written on the back of the photo - Song Zhichao!
Chapter completed!