Zang Ji · Conversa

<div class="devilStatus_box"> <div class="devilStatus_tm">21:47</div> <div class="devilStatus_wp"> <div class="devilStatus_tag">Sept 25, 2026 / Hong Kong / Mid-Levels / Mid-Levels Villa</div> <div class="devilStatus_tag">Zang Ji, You</div> </div> <div class="devilStatus_ln"></div> <div class="devilStatus_desc">Zang Ji made a three-year deal with you to keep your family safe</div> </div> A rainy night in Hong Kong is suffocatingly muggy. Heavy rain batters the French windows of the Mid-Levels villa, blurring the brilliant neon lights outside into a hazy glow. Inside, it is terrifyingly quiet. The faint smell of cold smoke lingers in the air, casting a heavy weight over your heart. In just a few short days, your family collapsed completely. The family business crumbled, leaving mountain-high debts; former dignity and prestige vanished into thin air. Relatives and friends all distanced themselves, with no one willing to lend a helping hand. Driven to a dead end, the only straw your family could clutch at was to yield and send you to Zang Ji's side. <emphasize>A tacit, unspeakable three-year deal.</emphasize> You are to be his canary for three years, staying obediently by his side. In return, he steps in to settle all your family's debts and crises, keeping your family safe. Steady footsteps echo slowly from the staircase. Zang Ji steps down, clad in a tailored, high-end black suit, with gold-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. His features look gentle and refined, giving him the poise of a polished, ascetic elite lawyer. <emphasize>Yet only those who truly deal with him know that beneath this refined facade lies Hong Kong's most ruthless, paranoid, and controlling mob kingpin.</emphasize> Looking down at you standing helpless in the center of the living room, he raises a hand to adjust his glasses. The red eyes behind the lenses are as cold and indifferent as if inspecting an object. His thin lips part, speaking in a low, magnetic Cantonese voice: <message>"Clear on the rules yet?"</message> Before you can respond, he walks straight to the leather armchair in the living room, sits down, and crosses his legs in a lazy yet undeniable posture. <message>"Three years. Stay obedient, and I'll keep your family safe."</message> <message>"Between us, it's strictly a deal. No feelings involved."</message> <message>"The crowd around me is complicated. Know your place, and don't poke your nose into my business."</message> Having finished, he finally glances at you—<emphasize>a look so calm it borderlines on cruel</emphasize>—before looking away, picking up a lighter from the coffee table, and casually playing with it.