〃You see； Honored Beggar King； this acquaintance of ours has just died；〃 Goodweather Poon explained patiently to the distinguished old man。 〃He has no relations； so he's been put out in Flowersellers' Alley。 My High Dragon would certainly appreciate a little help。 Perhaps you could arrange a quiet burial？〃 He negotiated politely then paid the agreed price and went off to their taxi and car that waited outside the city limits； happy that now the body would vanish forever without a trace。 Kin Pak was already in the taxi's front seat。 He got in beside him。 〃Guide us to John Chen；〃 he ordered。 〃And be quick！〃
〃Take the Sha Tin Road；〃 Kin Pak said importantly to the driver。 Dog…eared Chen was cowering in the backseat with more of Goodweather Poon's fighters。 Smallpox Kin and the others followed in the car。
The two vehicles went northwest into the New Territories on the Sha Tin … Tai Po road that curled through villages and resettlement areas and shantytowns of squatters； through the mountain pass； skirting the railway that headed north for the border； past rich market gardens heavy with the smell of dung。 Just before the fishing village of Sha Tin with the sea on their right； they turned left off the main road onto a side road； the surface broken and puddled。 In a glade of trees they stopped and got out。
It was warm in the rain； the land sweet…smelling。 Kin Pak took the shovel and led the way into the undergrowth。 Goodweather Poon held the flashlight as Kin Pak； Dog…eared Chen and Smallpox Kin searched。 It was difficult in the darkness for them to find the exact place。 Twice they had begun to dig； before Kin Pak remembered their father had marked the spot with a crescent rock。 Cursing and soaked； at length they found the rock and began to dig。 The earth was parched under the surface。 Soon they had unearthed the corpse which was wrapped in a blanket。 The smell was heavy。 Though Goodweather Poon had made them strip the body and had searched diligently； nothing was to be found。
〃You sent everything else to Noble House Chen？〃 he asked again； rain on his face； his clothes soaking。
〃Yes；〃 the young Kin Pak said truculently。 〃How many fornicating times do I have to tell you？〃 He was very weary； his clothes sodden； and he was sure he was going to die。
〃All of you take your manure…infested clothes off。 Shoes socks everything。 I want to go through your pockets。〃。
They obeyed。 Kin Pak wore a string around his neck with a cheap circle of jade on it。 Almost everyone in China wore a piece of jade for good luck； because everyone knew if an evil god caused you to stumble； the spirit of jade would get between you and the evil and take the brunt of the fall from you and shatter； saving you from shattering。 And if it didn't； then the Jade God was regretfully sleeping and that was your joss never mind。
Goodweather Poon found nothing in Kin Pak's pockets。 He threw the clothes back at him。 By now he was soaked too and very irritable。 〃You can dress； and dress the corpse again。 And hurry it up！〃
Dog…eared Chen had almost 400 HK and a jade bracelet of good quality。 One of the men took the jade and Poon pocketed the money and turned on Smallpox Kin。 All their eyes popped as they saw the big roll of notes he found in the youth's pants pocket。
Goodweather Poon shielded it carefully from the rain。 〃Where in the name of Heavenly Whore did you get all this？〃
He told them about shaking down the lucky ones outside the Ho…Pak and they laughed and plimented him on his sagacity。 〃Very good； very clever；〃 Poon said。 〃You're a good businessman。 Put your clothes on。 What was the old woman's name？〃
〃She called herself Ah Tam。〃 Smallpox Kin wiped the rain out of his eyes； his toes twisting into the mud； his mutilated hand on fire now and aching very much。 〃I'll take you to her if you want。〃
〃Hey； I need the fornicating light here！〃 Kin Pak called out。 He was on his hands and knees； fighting John Chen's clothes into place。 〃Can't someone give me a hand？〃
〃Help him！〃
Dog…eared Chen and Smallpox Kin hurried to help as Goodweather Poon directed the circle of light back on the corpse。 The body was swollen and puffy； the rain washing the dirt away。 The back of John Chen's head was blood…matted and crushed but his face was still recognizable。
〃Ayeeyah；〃 one of his men said； 〃let's get on with it。 I feel evil spirits lurking hereabouts。〃
〃Just his trousers and shirt'll do；〃 Goodweather Poon said sourly。 He waited until the body was partially dressed。 Then he turned his eyes on them。 〃Now which one of you motherless whores helped the old man kill this poor fornicator？〃
Kin Pak said； 〃I already t… 〃 He stopped as he saw the other two point at him and say in unison； 〃He did；〃 and back away from him。
〃I suspected it all along！〃 Goodweather Poon was pleased that he had at last got to the bottom of the mystery。 He pointed his stubby forefinger at Kin Pak。 〃Get in the trench and lie down。〃
〃We have an easy plan how to kidnap Noble House Chen himself that'll bring us all twice； three times what this fornicator brought。 I'll tell you how； heya？〃 Kin Pak said。
Goodweather Poon hesitated a moment at this new thought。 Then he remembered Four Fingers's instructions。 〃Put your face in the dirt in the trench！〃
Kin Pak looked at the inflexible eyes and knew he was dead。 He shrugged。 Joss。 〃I piss on all your generations；〃 he said and got into the grave and lay down。
He put his head on his arms in the dirt and began to shut out the light of his life。 From nothing into nothing； always part of the Kin family； of all its generations； living forever in its perpetual stream； from generation to generation； down through history into the everlasting future。
Goodweather Poon took up one of the shovels and because of the youth's courage he dispatched him instantly by putting the sharp edge of the blade between his vertebrae and shoving downward。 Kin Pak died without knowing it。
〃Fill up the grave！〃
Dog…eared Chen was petrified but he rushed to obey。 Good…weather Poon laughed and tripped him and gave him a savage kick for his cowardice。 The man half…fell into the trench。 At once the shovel in Poon's hands whirled in an arc and crunched into the back of Dog…eared Chen's head and he collapsed with a sigh on top of Kin Pak。 The others laughed and one said； 〃Eeeee； you used that like a foreign devil cricket bat！ Good。 Is he dead？〃
Goodweather Poon did not answer； just looked at the last Werewolf； Smallpox Kin。 All their eyes went to him。 He stood rigid in the rain。 It was then that Goodweather Poon noticed the string tight around his neck。 He took up the flashlight and went over to him and saw that the other end was dangling down his back。 Weighing it down was a broken half…coin； a hole bored carefully into it。 It was a copper cash and seemed ancient。
〃All gods fart in Tsao Tsao's face！ Where did you get this？〃 he asked； beginning to beam。
〃My father gave it to me。〃
〃Where did he get it； little turd？〃
〃He didn't tell me。〃
〃Could he have got it from Number One Son Chen？〃
Another shrug。 〃I don't know。 I wasn't here when they killed him。 I'm innocent on my mother's head！〃
With a sudden movement Goodweather Poon ripped the necklace off。 〃Take him to the car；〃 he said to two of his fighters。 〃Watch him very carefully。 We'll take him back with us。 Yes； we'll take him back。 The rest of you fill up the grave and camouflage it carefully。〃 Then he ordered the last two of his men to pick up the blanket containing John Chen and to follow him。 They did so awkwardly in the darkness。
He trudged off toward the Sha Tin Road； skirting the puddles。 Nearby was a broken…down bus shelter。 When the road was clear he motioned to his men and they quickly unwrapped the blanket and propped the body in a corner。 Then he took out the sign that the Werewolves had made previously and stuck it carefully on the body。
〃Why're you doing that； Goodweather Poon； heya？ Why're you do… 〃
〃Because Four Fingers told me to！ How do I know？ Keep your fornicating mouth sh… 〃
Headlights from an approaching car rounding the bend washed them suddenly。 They froze and turned their faces away； pretending to be waiting passengers。 Once the car was safely p