—that guy? He's like... hard to pin down, you know? One minute he's trying to be all zen, sitting there cross-legged in some fancy temple courtyard, the next he's out causing all sorts of mischief. Like yesterday, he dressed up as some street vendor, selling "miraculous" lucky noodles that made people throw up. Said it was purifying their meridians, but I bet it was just laced with something nasty.

"Okay, okay," Boss said, rolling his eyes. "Point taken, but let's focus. We got that rich merchant's son to deal with tomorrow. Heard he's bringing a whole crew."

"Yeah, right," Old Man Wang scoffed from the corner where he was polishing his hookah. Smoke curled around his grey beard. "Peachy, another family to harass. What's the plan, Boss?"

Boss tapped his chin, then slumped back in his chair. "This time, we go big. Not just petty theft, we hit the jackpot." He winked. "Remember what the Rat told me?"

Rat? That sneaky rat who always scurries around the rooftops like he owns the place? Yeah, the one who peed on my shoes once. "Yeah, what?"