Dr. Wu Lei

I was breathing a little easier as I stepped out of Tommy Wu’s place. I was considering my next move when the barrel tapped the back of my neck—cold steel, no words. I turned around slowly and was greeted by an old acquaintance, Dr. Wu Lei, a once prosperous surgeon turned into a cold hitman by a traffic accident that robbed him of the use of a hand.

 

“Don’t Flinch Mr. Malloy,” his voice purred. You’re coming with me." Before I could argue I was in the back of a van with blackout windows. It moved through the streets like a silent hearse. Nobody spoke. After several minutes it came to a stop behind a crumbling herbal shop.

 

“What are we doing here?” I asked.

 

“Benny Chow wishes to have a word with you Mr. Malloy. Please get out and walk into the building.”

 

Benny Chow was a bottom feeder in the Chinatown underworld with connections nobody liked to admit. The good doctor jabbed my ribs with his iron and pushed me through the doors.

 

Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.

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