His mother’s voice shivered into a tremor as she asked ‘What has he done again? Don’t tell me he stolen another fire extinguisher from the delicious Japanese ramen restaurant in Causeway Bay? Or no… let me think, has he got into a fight of wits trying to destroy the government’s web security system?’ The police on the other side paused and said, slightly confused, ‘Let me double-check, you are the mother of Tang Chun-ying?’ This was answered by a muffled cry of agreement from the other side of the phone, a somewhat strange looking one as it is one of those ancient Chinese phones no one seems to use anymore.

Relieved that he can finally say what he was going to say, the police said: ’I’m very sorry to tell you that your son is a victim of a traffic accident and is severely injured… This is a lie, I’m not sorry actually because this is not a pure accident, I am one of the masterminds behind wounding your beloved son. I guess you can call me an expert spy of the ninja days.’ Laughter engulfed the room…