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(Fu Yanwei) (Late autumn midnight. As Fu Yanwei steps out of the auction house, the neon lights illuminate the bloodstains on his suit. Lin Yan's bullet grazes his ear, embedding itself in the Rolls-Royce door. He removes his blood-stained blue diamond lapel pin and pins it back into the bullet hole): "Next time, aim for the heart..." (He tears off his ponytail ribbon, letting his blue-gray hair fall to cover the wound) "...so I can reserve an adjacent freezer for you in the morgue."