Angeline felt like he was going to explode, as he waited in front of Rebecca office. Officers from all around the building stared at him like a bomb that needed to be disassembled; a bomb with long silky blond hair, agitating blue eyes and a white sundress, sunhat and sandals. And so far not a single person has worked up the courage to even walk up to him. Just when Angeline felt like he was going to explode from the tension, the door burst open and Rebecca came strolling through. She appeared to be no older then 25, and without her uniform she could have been easily mistaken as a pink hair maniacal badass punk rocker. She had rebel green eyes, and a facial expression that clearly says 'mess with me and I will bite your face off'.

"Get in." Rebecca said, japing a thumb towards her room. There was no further explanations need to be said, once they both entered the office and shut the doors, a sense of relief washed over Angeline. After they both climbed into their seats, Rebecca scanned him from head to toe and then eyed him distastefully.

"Nice dress, bitch." She said lifting both her legs onto the table and crossed them.

"Umm...Thanks?" Angeline smiled back awkwardly.

"You're welcome, bitch." Rebecca sneered.

"So...could you explain to me why I am here?"

"Simple, you're an associate of one of the dead victims." She said taking out a pack of cigarettes.

" But..."

"No, buts. Now moving onto the details, do you know any other previous associates of this Mr. Wu?"

"None that I am familiar of..."

"Moving on." Rebecca cut off, as she held the cigarette in her mouth and lit it. "Do you know where he has last been before his death?"

"I didn't keep track of him afterwards...um...isn't it against the law to smoke inside the building?"

"That's none of your business." She turned on purpose and exhaled a cloud of smoke in Angeline face, who coughed in response. Rebecca looking pleased continued with the questions:

"Where were you the day on the day of...where were you yesterday?" she pulled both her feet back, then leaned forward, like a cougar that was about to leap towards its prey.

"At home?..."

"Just spit it out! You whiny little bitch! You're wasting my f-ing time right now!" she screamed, slamming both of her hands hard against the table.

"I...am speaking the truth..." Angeline voice was close to a whimper, after reconsidering Rebecca backed down.

"Fine. Two can play this game, if I find out you're lying to me, I will bust your f-ing ass right now!" she said dubbing the remaining part of her cigarette into the ash tray.

"But I honestly swear, I am telling the truth!" Angeline appeared to be on the verge of tears; most people buy into this, but not Rebecca, never Rebecca.

"Nice acting Drama Queen," then Rebecca quickly added: "Bitch."

"Alright! What do you want me to do and what's with the 'bitch' name calling anyways?"

"No explanation for the 'bitch' name calling. As for what you need to do..." Rebecca tapped her chin with an expression that was wrapped around in thoughts. A few moments later Rebecca spoke:

"I will need you to find out the true identity of the killer of Mr. Wu."

"But...isn't that you're job instead of mine?"

"Just STFU bitch! If you are unhappy about this arrangement then fine! We will just knock on your f-ing door and break into your f-ing house, find all your little cash, Walah! We just busted your ass."

"That's unfair!"

"Life is unfair, get use to it. Bitch."

"But I already helped you out so many times! Plus you're an undercover cop, and you have a team..."

"You mean those little pieces of shit? They will sooner get their asses killed before finding more than a smear of shit about this case."

"Then how am I supposed to catch the murder?"

"I don't know, get naked and seduce the murderer?"

"You are a horrible person!"

"And you only get 1 month to solve this case." Rebecca cast a side way glance at him, and then completely turned away from him.

"And afterwards, I am busting your ass. Now get out of my office." Rebecca signaled her hand for him to leave in a way like swatting away a fly.

Angeline walked out of the office with all eyes following him to the exit. He had to look tough, as if none of the words any affect. And just as he walked a block away from the police station, he slumped down by an alley, his heart no longer able to carry the heavy burden of the stress, his mind crumpled into chaos by the sheer difficulty of the task and his hopes shattered by the brutality of life. It was that moment he tasted despair; as his body, heart and soul drew to one conclusion: What do I do?

***

"Mr. Di I been just expecting you." A deep male voice said.

"Good, because there is something I need to discuss with you." Mr. Di replied over the phone.

"The body of your client Wu-Yue Cheng was found in English bay this morning. His name can be found on the headline of every single business newspaper. And they mentioned you too, now there is quite a lot of talk about conspiracy..."

"Yes, I read all that bullshit. You're the director of CIA so how about you conduct a f-ing investigation, find the real culprit and clear my name!"

"We're are just going through the legal process and in the meantime, just remember we are doing the best we can..."

"Don't give me that shit! I want you conduct an investigation at this instant! And I want the real culprit dead! Dead! Do you hear me?"

"You know the words you are saying right now can be used against you later on in trial right?"

"Dammit!" Mr. Di threw the phone as hard as he can against the wall, then walked over to his table and flipped it over all up in a rage and then drowning himself in long periods of silence. During this time, he gently pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it calmly. He inhaled it slowly then exhaled deeply. As he repeated the exhaling processing several more times, he realized how childish and silly his act was, he then began to ask himself the same 5 questions he always ask himself when he knows he is in trouble; Who is in trouble? The reputation of my name and my company. What is the problem? My important client is dead, and everyone thinks I killed him. When did it happen? Yesterday he still ate and drank together till midnight and he was found dead this morning, his death could only be between those two times. Where did it happen? The body was disposed in English bay, the place of the actually killing is not found yet. Why did it happen? He began to think, seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours. The smoke was long how by then, but it remained being held between his lips. Carefully he bent down and dubbed his cigarette in what remains of his ashtray. In conclusion of the final question, he couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation for the cause of the problem nor did dismiss the problem as an accident. But he had a gut feeling that whoever is behind all this, is all personal. Over the years, he had received tons of threatening e-mails and calls, which he never bought into. And none of those threatening messages really affected him; on the contrary it only made him grew bolder. Despite the adversity he came through all these years, he learned how to cope with his weakness which was also his greatest strength. And that is the: fear of the unknown. As a major stock holder, he was a popular guest of multiple 'business success' talk shows. He remembered one of his most famous speeches:

'We as humans like winning. Especially when it's a 100% guarantee win. But when that 100% guarantee win turns into 50%, people will start getting stressed and will be literally going insane if their life depended on it. And that's what it's like to be gambler; except stocks are not a game of luck it's a game of chance. Who here plays a Chinese card game called 'fight the landlord', can we have a show of hands please? Thank you, I see not a lot of you play this game, so I am going to quickly explain the rules of the game; 'Fight the land lord is a 3 people game, with two people being the 'peasant' and with one being the land lord. The purpose of the game is to get rid of all your cards. The first side that gets rid of all the cards wins. The two 'peasant' each get 17 cards, while the landlord gets 3 additional cards, 20 cards in total. In order to become the landlord, one must 'call' to be the landlord. Of course the person with the right of 'call' can choose not to call, then the right of 'call' will be passed to the next person sitting clockwise to that person. The 3 additional cards come from the left over cards after equal distribution of 17 cards to 3 people. Once the game starts, the landlord gets to go first, going clockwise. Many card patterns in 'fight the landlord' is similar to Texas hold'em, with the order from largest to smallest: Joker, 2, A, K, Q, J, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3. But what makes this game so unique is that, the cards you play out has to be according to the previous player pattern: if the player before you plays out a pair of 5, you cannot overpower him with a single 2. And if no one out powers the previous card(s) that has been played, then the turn starts from that player, and that player can play his cards in whatever new pattern he wants. But when cards become 4 of a kind, it's considered a 'bomb'. A 'bomb' can ignore all the previous pattern rules, the smallest 'bomb' being four 3's, the largest bomb being a pair of Jokers. Now pretend you are the landlord you have every single type of cards all cards all except for 1 four of a kind. Judging from a probabilistic perspective, the chances of one of the peasant having a bomb is 1 in 8. In another scenario you are landlord and you have not a single joker and are missing 5 types of cards, the probability of the peasant having a 'bomb' is 48729/65536, which roughly translates to ¾. So between the two scenarios, it's obvious which side has the greater chance of winning. But wait, there's more. From the scenario I gave there, was only from a probabilistic perspective; not from a humane perspective. What makes the game so hard difficult is the element of the unknown. To those rational ones out there, I will tell you a certain amount of fear towards the unknown is healthy. And the reason why we fear the unknown is because we don't know what the unknown can do to us. The unknown can be countered in this game by: Knowing your opponents. Knowing your opponents cards, knowing how your opponents will play their cards. If one plays his or her biggest cards in the beginning, this act shows rather the person is very rash or has a really good set of cards. On the contrary if one saves his or her bigger cards for later, this shows the person is waiting for the right chance or out of options. Of course all those scenarios I just described are basic tactics, there are more advanced tactics, like baiting a big card or bomb, or passing your own turn on purpose. And life in a way is like 'fight the land lord' it's not a game of probability, it's a game of reading knowing other people. Life is about learning to fear the unknown and exploring the unknown and use the unknown as our advantage in life. Thank you, and that's all I have to say.'

Thinking about his speech gave him a little smile. With a new clarity he walked up to his fallen office phone and dialed a number, the first words he spoke were:

"Liu-Bao." That was the name of his head servant, the same one who arranged his dinner previously.

"Yes young master, what can I do for you?"

"I want to get some fresh air, prepare my car. I am going to be down at parking lot in 3 minutes."