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"You're Wei Shen," she said.

It bites.

The night unfolded in a familiar rhythm: drinks, a street fight with rival Sun On Yee thugs, then a high-speed chase through the wet markets on a stolen Duke O'Death. Wei drove with one hand on the wheel and one eye on the rearview—not for the police, but for the man riding shotgun, Dogeyes. Dogeyes grinned, knife-scarred and hungry. sleeping dogs gog

Silence. Then Dogeyes laughed, harder than before. That was the game. Insult and embrace. Threat and brotherhood. Wei had learned it in police academy, practiced it undercover, and perfected it here, in the belly of the beast.

Laughter erupted around the table. Good. Laughter meant trust. Or the performance of it. "You're Wei Shen," she said

The door opened. A woman slid in across from him. Not triad. Not police. Something else. Her eyes were sharp as broken glass.

Wei's blood turned cold. "What dog?"

It was inside his own head.