If they were in Kowloon, the airs put on by those two old men would have been even grander.
Because they were in Central, on Hong Kong Island, they kept themselves somewhat in check.
Yet as two car bumpers locked head-on, in the blink of an eye, dozens of men spilled out from the vehicles behind. At first glance, they looked like ordinary people off the street: some wore singlets, others denim jackets; some had dyed or permed hair, while others sported hairdos resembling bird nests or wore thin mustaches. In short, at first glance, every single one of them looked like a hoodlum or a scoundrel.
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