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And smiled.

Old Chen watched, munching on a dried squid. “Not bad, fern boy.”

The Seventh Rule

They ran through Chicken Island’s back alleys—past laundry lines, screaming vendors, and a confused duck. Seven tripped twice. Old Chen threw a wok at a pursuer. Somehow, they escaped into the basement of Seven’s hair salon.

Outside, the moon rose over Chicken Island. Somewhere, a phone rang. A woman in white picked up. scissor seven assassin

“It’s a good standard.”

“I’m building dramatic tension,” Seven whispered back. And smiled

He lowered the scissors.