「Year 234 of the New Calendar. Late at night.」
Inside a safe house, a replay of the Hong City Fashion Lingerie Show played on the television. Yang sat on the sofa, drinking a beer and eating freshly cooked noodles. He sighed as he watched the succession of fiery models on the screen.
'All I wanted was to come to Hong City and see a lingerie show. How did I end up in all this crap... The good news is, I'm watching the show now. The bad news is, it's just a replay.'
What was even more frustrating was that because he'd been on the run and a wanted man for the past few days, his two tickets, worth a hundred thousand US dollars, had expired without a refund. A complete waste.
