"I want them to understand that playing games with me? They're still wet behind the ears! When they're so hungry their stomachs stick to their backs, there will naturally be someone to tie up the ringleader and deliver them to the government's doorstep. By then, let's see if anyone dares to talk to me about some bullshit political rights!"
"Yes! Boss! I'll get right on it!"
He turned and left quickly, sensing Victor's genuine anger this time.
Victor watched Casare's departing figure, then looked at the carefree children in the garden. He took a deep drag on his cigarette, then ruthlessly crushed the remaining butt into the ashtray.
Mercy is for those who know gratitude.
For those ungrateful bastards, starving them is the best lesson.
Six strikes in ten seconds were too lenient.
...
In Xiangjiang, at the ground floor of an unremarkable old Tang building in Kowloon City, a sign hangs reading "Changlong Tea House."
