Third Avenue, residence number 34.
In the first-floor lobby, three men circled a table, engrossed in a card game. Guns lay scattered on the table and three computers displaying various surveillance footage stood on an adjacent table.
"I heard Pabiao's dead."
"Yes, I heard too."
"Why did it happen?"
"Apparently, the boss had sent him to track someone down, but he ran into a shootout between Hongmen and others and got killed."
"Ha, that guy, really had bad luck."
"He was tracking the father of the girl who escaped last time."
"That girl with yellow skin and blue eyes?"
"That's right, her."
"Tsk, she was an A-grade product."
"Too bad, no chance to taste."
"An A-grade product, no one's allowed to touch. Not even the guys upstairs can defy the boss's rule, and you think you want to touch her?"
"Didn't the last A-grade product sell for 500,000 euros?"
"Even more. I heard it was over 600,000."
"Damn, the rich really splurge!"
