Even twenty years from now, Macau will still be a place where people jump off buildings daily and others have their limbs hacked off.
Kowloon is also a world of money, but there, morality and righteousness—the codes of honor—still hold sway over raw capital. Big bosses like Master Er and Master Dong used their steel and their code to firmly govern that international refugee camp, a place otherwise devoid of law or order. They were the law, and they were the morality; though they were cutthroats, they stood tall and righteous.
Macau is different. There is no authority here above money. In the future, trying to tame this place will be like trying to tame a fierce tiger; the blood and sweat the Mainland’s special police departments will have to expend to bring it into line is beyond the imagination of an ordinary person.
Chapter 649