Chapter 45: The Door in the Basement

The old gambling hall on Rua da Felicidade was not, as Siu-Bak had hoped, a crumbling ruin guarded by a single sleepy caretaker. It was a bustling, neon-lit establishment called the Lucky Carp, with a polished brass door, a bouncer the size of a refrigerator, and a line of tourists waiting to lose their savings with a smile. Siu-Bak stood across the street, the tarnished key in his pocket growing...