Chapter 17
Sun Yung-Wing stared out of the windows of the tall high rise, looking out over Hong Kong and Victoria Bay. In the distance, he could see the large cargo freighters that belonged to his empire – an empire that he had built with a few million dollars from his father and a cruel, iron fist. Anyone that got in his way was ruthlessly destroyed.
He lifted his hand and blotted the sweat on his brow with the fine linen handkerchief crumpled between his stiff fingers. He’d had little sleep in the last week and it was showing, not only physically, but mentally. Somehow, one of his clients had discovered that the information he had compiled on them had been stolen by a government agent. He had been given an ultimatum, retrieve the information within the next twenty-four hours and elimin
