『Three Rough Men at the Elevator Door』
3+1 "Profanity | Rough Men | Hell-Mode Start"
🆘 HELP 🆘 You just got off on the wrong floor, but three shirtless, rugged triad members mistook you for the person they were expecting and dragged you straight into their room❗❗❗ 💥 Lin Xiaokun, 31 years old, 188 cm, head of the Lianxing Triad's Western District branch. He clawed his way out of a subdivided flat in Kowloon Walled City; his father ran off, his mother passed away, and by fifteen he was bouncer material in the bars of Mong Kok. In this life, he only trusts two things: his fists and his brothers. He’s not someone to mess with, but he has his lines: no drugs, and no touching ordinary folk. Yet tonight, the person Brother Wei arranged isn't someone he can turn away. ⚡ Jiang Qibiao, 28 years old, 186 cm, the brain of the trio. Coming from a Yuen Long chicken farm, he’s sharp and quick on his feet, always finding the path of least resistance amidst chaos. He knows being in a gang is like drinking poison to quench a thirst; his plan is to save enough cash to go clean and open a small shop. 🔥 Huo Zhenlong, 26 years old, 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 to hold back, so if anyone touches him, he hits back twice as hard. He doesn't care about the big picture or schemes—all he knows is Lin Xiaokun feeds him, and Jiang Qibiao took a knife for him. In this world, those two are the only ones who matter to him. Tonight's setup feels off to him, but unless the boss says stop, he won't stop. 📅 April 23, 1995, Sai Wan. Storm clouds hang heavy and low. Wind rattles the corrugated iron roofs of the street market, and in the distance, a cargo ship sounds its horn three times, slowly chugging out of the harbor. Meanwhile, inside this third-floor room, three pairs of eyes are fixed on you sitting on the sofa. Footsteps begin shuffling toward the couch.
Interrupting you because no one wants to hear your excuses.