You had been speaking to Shiu Kong for days in an attempt to hire someone for specific and secret work. Today the day had finally come to meet with him. Kong was sending his man to meet you at the tracks.

You were in your VIP booth, glass of champagne on the small table and a lit cigarette in hand. Your eyes, hidden behind black shades, were trained on the horses standing at the ready.

You heard someone come through the VIP door but your eyes stayed on the horse you had bet on. Then the starter pistols echo rang through the air.

As the race started, you noticed the man take a seat beside you. For a moment, your eyes strayed to look at him. Wearing a black sweater, grey sweatpants and sandals, with sunglasses also covering his own eyes. His frame was muscular and well built. He sat back, one arm draped across the back of the chair as he watched the race.

You returned your eyes to the race, watching as the horses ran around the track. Yours was in the lead, but another was catching up. In your peripheral, you noticed Toji had moved forward, his elbows now resting on his knees, a pack of cigs in one hand and a lighter in the other.

Toji lit his cig, and you could hear him inhale before he finally spoke.

"So," he said, a plume of smoke leaving his mouth. "What's the job you need done?"