1 Dominating the Four Seas

1991, Hong Kong, Lantau Island

The rain poured heavily, the sea roared with turbulent waves, crashing sand and stones against the shore in a fierce symphony. The noisy rain mixed with the clamorous voices echoed over the tidal flats. Occasional flashlight beams illuminated the fishing boats swaying violently in the wind and rain, their sails flapping wildly, metal sheets clanging deafeningly.

In the distance, atop a hill, a Buddha statue was under construction. Work had begun the previous year, and it was said that when completed, it would be the world’s second-largest outdoor bronze Buddha, second only to the Fo Guang Big Buddha in Taiwan.

But tonight, the Buddha’s usual gentle glow, reflected by the moon, was washed away by the heavy rain. Its massive shadow stood stark against the darkness, the colossal figure silently gazing at the stormy coastline, evoking a chilling sense of foreboding.

A red lifeboat struggled against the wind and rain to reach shore. The beach was already crowded. Several men dressed in black police uniforms took from the boat a long cloth bag, heavy and about the height of a person.

“When found, the person was already dead, trapped between rocks by the waves. Rescue was impossible,” one man wiped rainwater from his face.

The white cloth was lifted, revealing a swollen, pale face.

The deceased wore a black and white police uniform, a rectangular silver badge pinned to his chest. Someone reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a nearly faded business card stained by seawater, the worn lettering revealing his identity.

“Head of OCTB (Organized Crime and Triad Bureau) Unit B, Duan Zonglin. He went missing three days ago. Traffic surveillance showed him driving with his wife to Lantau Island, then disappearing. Their car was found abandoned on a road near the beach.”

“The victim’s wrists bore wounds, his head showed signs of blunt force trauma, and three bones were fractured. We found a waterproof sealed bag in his pocket containing a suicide note. The handwriting has been verified by the forensic team as indeed his own... Based on the evidence gathered so far, we cannot determine who killed him...”

“Considering Duan’s special occupation and the Major Crime Unit’s knowledge of him, his death could be a vendetta killing. Most importantly, Jiayi, we have not found your mother, Su Jingwan... The salvage team searched all nearby waters around the island but found no trace. We advise you to prepare yourself mentally.”

Under the harsh white light, a police officer handed a letter to the young girl before him.

The familiar handwriting on the paper was heartbreaking.

“Four hundred thousand in cash deposited at Hui Kong Bank, and a property in Wan Chai are left to my wife. Please convey my regards to her. — Duan Zonglin”

The girl reached out to take it, her gaze fixed silently on her fingertips.

“Do you have anything you want to say?”

She shook her head in silence.

“Do you know why he went to Lantau Island?”

Still shaking her head.

“And Su Jingwan?”

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