Shanghai was corrupt.

That's all I knew.

It was China's showcase.

Hong Kong was a token city for China.

Shanghai was the jewel in China's cap.

Buildings went up for miles.

It started on the city's outer limits and got denser downtown.

Macau was a money maker.

But it had been tarnished by the Portuguese.

And the opium wars still stung China, so the British, or any remnants of them, wasn't something China was proud of.

Shanghai was brash and in your face.

If you don't speak Chinese, then fuck off brash.

I was never going to make in this city.

I didn't have what it takes.

'Not now,' said Max, who cut my reminiscing short.

He flashed credit cards and bag full of cash.

Barkley's Bank was still open for business, 'and I copped a big transfer charge,' said Max who suggested we explore Shaghai.

'Shaghai?'

Just as the names suggests, said Max, who in his past life, served as a detective in the Hong Kong police force.

'But I thought you were a Yank.'

'Yes,' said Max, 'but I still carry a British passport.'

It was pointless to ask any more questions.

Langley had political sway and it didn't just extend to Middle Eastern countries.

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