Proofreader & Editor:Peter Pan

Harbor City, Mong Kok, a cha chaan teng.

A middle-aged man with short hair sat by the window on the second floor, gazing at the bustling night scene while eating hot pot alone, yet he had ordered a table full of dishes.

His hair was graying, and wrinkles marked the corners of his eyes, but rather than making him look old, his phoenix eyes lent him a roguish charm.