~b~Chan~w~~n~Ah, Huang Lee. Champagne? Cocaine? Attractive trans-sexual prostitute?
~b~Chan~w~~n~We can toast my becoming the next Triad boss.
~y~Huang~w~~n~No thanks ... So, has your father actually made you the new boss?
~b~Chan~w~~n~Not yet, but my father's approval is guaranteed.
~b~Chan~w~~n~After years of putting me down and calling me a moron...
~b~Chan~w~~n~...he's finally realized I'm the best man for the job.
~b~Chan~w~~n~I only need the support of the Tongs to smooth my passage.
~y~Huang~w~~n~...I'm sure you do.
~b~Chan~w~~n~Currently they favor Zhou Ming...
~b~Chan~w~~n~...but he's more of a street thug than a true leader.
~b~Chan~w~~n~Yes, he's intelligent and charming, but I've got leadership in my genes.
~y~Huang~w~~n~I'm sure you've got a lot of things in your genes.
~b~Chan~w~~n~Definitely!
~b~Chan~w~~n~I can show the Tongs I'm twice the man Zhou is by winning the city's biggest street race.
~y~Huang~w~~n~Oh, that'll win them over. Nothing says leadership like joy riding.
~b~Chan~w~~n~I know! It's a fantastic plan.
~b~Chan~w~~n~The problem is - the current street race champion is a rotten cheat.
~b~Chan~w~~n~If I'm going to win fairly we need to make a few subtle modifications to his car.
~w~There's the street race champion.
