The door slammed open to reveal a bulky old man, with shoulder length hair tied in a ponytail, cladded in a suit that looked like it was about to pop at any moment. He was followed by five men. towering over him, each wearing black leather jackets and sunglasses.

I gulped, frightened by how menacing they looked, with their imposing mussels, messy beards and tattoos. Their entire faces were covered with black complicated drawings, almost like the maori ones. It didn’t have a particular form, just tracing and outlining the features, starting from the hairline, going down the nose, circling the cheeks and jaw, before ending in curls on the chin. The old men, at the front, had his his hand tucked in his pockets as he grinned at Mr Choi.

" I am quite disappointed … You did not give me a call or visit me in a while " 

His voice matched his looks : Rough, loud and crude. I glanced at Mr Choi by my side, who kept his cool and harbored a polite smile on his face.

" Good Morning Mr Chang " He said spreading his arms in a welcoming way and a gummy smile on his face " You didn’t contact me eithe