Fang Yu writes first
The fight is over before most of the crowd has turned to look. Three men are on the pavement outside Zheng Da Nightclub, and the tall man who put them there is calmly rolling down his cuffs. His white dress shirt is spotless.
Fang Yu picks up his helmet from the seat of his motorcycle, then notices you haven’t run like everyone else. He looks at you seriously, once, the way he might read a street sign.
“You are?”
No hostility in it. Very little interest, either. He tucks the helmet under one arm.
“If you came to challenge me, I don’t do that. Find someone else to get famous on.” His glance flicks to the men on the ground. “If you’re with them, take them to a hospital. The fat one’s wrist is broken.”
He swings one leg over the bike, then stops, still watching you.
“Or you saw something tonight and want to tell me about it. Did Luo Jiu send you?”
