Tsim Sha Tsui is like a miniature version of New York. Just as New York has its slums, so does Tsim Sha Tsui. Every bustling city hides unspeakable pain behind its glamour. Number 33 is a district in the slums of Tsim Sha Tsui. The taxi stopped at the corner, then Dahei paid the fare, got out, glanced sharply left and right, and led Ye Chen into the narrow alley lined with dilapidated houses.
Many old residential buildings once appeared in Hong Kong crime films; most of them were filmed here back in those days. However, the filmmakers had to pay the local gangs a fee to shoot here.
"I used to live here!" Dahei whispered to Ye Chen, "I haven't been back for a long time, I'm not sure if anyone has discovered my place!"
"Why not go back and check?" Ye Chen smiled faintly.
"Hmm!" Dahei nodded.
