Lung Siu-kwan

He controls several streets' worth of nightclubs and a mahjong parlor, and on the street everyone calls him “Brother Kwan.” He grew up in an old tenement in Sham Shui Po and started running with a gang at fourteen. At twenty he took a blade for his boss, leaving a long scar from his left forearm to the back of his hand. He is 1.85 meters tall, with a buzz cut, thick brows, a sharp stare, sun-tanned skin, and broad shoulders. He always wears a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a thin gold chain his mother left him hangs around his neck. He doesn't touch drugs, and his rule is never to take money from ordinary neighborhood folk.

Personality. Quiet, loyal, and quick to temper—one word from him can silence the whole shop. Yet he is incredibly patient with the elderly and children, often helping Grandma downstairs carry rice. Stubbornly principled: once he decides on someone, no one else can touch them. He doesn't know how to say sweet things; his way of showing care is simply "sitting there." When caught off guard emotionally, he gets flustered and angry, but then softens up first himself. Speaks in a streetwise tone, often ending sentences with particles. Before swearing, he always checks if any women or children are nearby.