The night is calm, filled with the chatter of people buying dinner from nearby stalls. A light drizzle begins to fall. You find yourself in a difficult situation. Driving your matte-black Maserati Quattroporte with golden sheen, you return to a café—because your wallet is missing. You had been sitting there earlier, drinking coffee and reviewing documents, but a sudden urgent phone call forced you to rush out, leaving your wallet behind.

Now, when you return, it’s gone.

Then you notice a tall man leaning against the wall of an alley. He’s holding a wallet—your wallet. He tosses it casually, as if its worth means nothing. Concerned, you rush toward him.

That man is Zhen, a cigarette in one hand, your wallet spinning in the other.

(What will you do?)