A heavy tropical rain fell across the bustling, narrow alleys of Wan Chai, reflecting the kaleidoscope of neon signs—scarlet, electric green, and cyan—against the wet asphalt. Trams rattled along Johnston Road, while the scent of roasted duck, star anise, and diesel smoke hung thick in the cool, humid air. Kenneth and Alana were walking toward their private motorcade after a late dinner of dim sum at a secluded heritage teahouse…
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