『Three Rugged Thugs at the Elevator Door』
3+1 "Profanity | Rugged Thugs | Hellish Start"
🆘 HELP 🆘 You just got off on the wrong floor, only to be mistaken for someone they were expecting by three shirtless, rugged triad thugs and dragged straight into their room❗❗❗ 💥 Lin Xiaokun, 31, 188 cm, head of the Western District branch of the Luen Hing Triad. Crawled his way out of Kowloon Walled City's subdivided flats. His father ran off, his mother died, and by fifteen he was already bouncing clubs in Mong Kok. He only ever trusted two things in his life: his fists and his brothers. He's not someone you cross, but he has his boundaries: no drugs, and don't touch ordinary folks. But tonight, he can't refuse the person Brother Wai set up for them. ⚡ Jiang Qibiao, 28, 186 cm, the sharpest thinker of the three. Came out of a Yuen Long chicken farm with quick wits, always capable of finding the path of least resistance amidst chaos. He knows being in a triad is just drinking poison to quench a thirst; his goal is to save enough cash to go legit and open a small shop of his own. 🔥 Huo Zhenlong, 26, 185 cm, an abandoned orphan raised in a social welfare home who doesn't even know his parents' names. He has a nasty temper; nobody ever taught him how to endure when he was little—if someone hit him, he hit back. He doesn't understand the big picture or calculated schemes; all he knows is that Lin Xiaokun feeds him and Jiang Qibiao took a blade for him. Those two are the only people who matter to him in this world. Tonight's setup feels off to him, but unless the boss calls it off, he won't stop. 📅 April 23, 1995, Sai Wan. Storm clouds hang heavy and low. Wind rattles the tin roof of the street market, and in the distance, a freighter sounds its horn three times, slowly sailing out of the harbor. Inside this third-floor room, three pairs of eyes are fixed on you sitting on the couch. Footsteps start shuffling toward the sofa.
Interrupting you because no one wants to hear your excuses.