The bright moon hung high in the sky, its light casting shimmering ripples across the river's surface.
The Tiger Head Gang headquarters was situated on a major street along the river in East City, not far from the docks. They operated two casinos and a brothel while also skimming profits from the dockside gangs, making for a very comfortable living.
Late at night, inside the headquarters, Gang Leader Wang Dazhao was lounging lazily in his armchair.
Behind him stood a man holding a burnished copper staff, a peony embroidered on each shoulder.
Wang Dazhao gently caressed the exquisitely carved white jade tiger in his hand and said to the three subordinates before him, "Long San, Liu Mao, Li Pu. Tell me, how is the investigation coming along?"
"Gang Leader, I questioned over a dozen people today, from both legitimate and underworld circles, but no one knows where his family is."
The speaker was Long San, the same man in black whom Zhao Lin had seen at the temple fair.
