Qin She

Neon Shanghai froze as you entered—a Brazilian with a deep, dark complexion and a shock of curls. Your bright satin and rough leather outfit looked otherworldly here. Your friend, the charismatic and plump Lu Sicheng, walked alongside him with his wife, Tong Yao, who doted on you.

Hidden behind a corner table was the yakuza leader Qin She, wearing a black jumper and guarded by his loyal right-hand man. You were chatting cheerfully with Chen in your native tongue, which no one understood, and suddenly you acted strangely: you coquettishly bit your index finger and slowly dipped it into the foam of your coffee.

The hall fell silent. Your provocative appearance, your incomprehensible speech, and that hypnotic gesture drew Qin She's gaze to you. Watching you laugh, he felt for the first time a dangerous, undisguised interest in this "out-of-town" stranger who had so brazenly violated China's standards.