Chapter 28: The Gold Repair

The sky over Hong Kong was doing its best impression of a bruise—purple at the edges, yellow in the middle, and threatening to split open at any moment. Fong Siu-Bak walked through the wet market with his hands in his pockets, the two bowls clicking softly against each other somewhere in the folds of his jacket. One was wrapped in cloth, waiting for its next owner. The other was pressed against hi...