This night,
Hong Kong Island is like a round ball in a stew pot, bobbing up and down with the boiling water.
Inside Tung Ying Building, North Point,
Luo Zhengwu was walking back and forth with a sullen face. Oh my god, this time he had played a joke too far. He never thought that Li Minyou would be shot?
I was standing in front of the police station, preparing to leave for North Point Pier.
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