'Listen, I'm here to organise the monthly supply. 'I'm an associate of his.'īriefly I remembered what Wong Ho had said about the return of the Tong and the increase of drugs on the street. I walked up casually, as if I had done this a thousand times before, letting my natural charisma exude from my form in waves. He leaned across, keeping an eye on the bar, yet the way his companion deferred to him, he was obviously of high standing. Stepping behind a partition screen, a particular figure caught my eye. One man caught my eye, and deliberately pulled his gun out of his jacket slowly and placed it on the table, finger lying almost carelessly across the trigger. Eyes followed me carefully as I walked past the bar, several members leaning in closely to whisper to each other, eyes not leaving my face. A large square bar stood in the centre of the room, the barman also wearing the jacket of the Tong, the curled snake and dragon. Glaze was an invitation only nightclub, it's clientele skimpily dressed women and Tong members. Part 51 Chapter XLVIII: Beheading the Snake
