Before he could react, a blur of motion snatched his bag. He gave chase, his boots pounding against the damp pavement, weaving through the dense crowds of the Lucky Charm Quarter. He cornered the thief—a scrawny youth—near a stack of empty crates. But as Ryo raised his fists, he realized he wasn't just fighting a thief; he was fighting the city itself.
He stepped off the boat with nothing but a tattered backpack and a letter addressed to a Master Chen. Hong Kong was a labyrinth of neon signs, crowded stalls, and the constant, rhythmic clatter of mahjong tiles. It was a world away from the quiet streets of Yokosuka, and it didn't take long for the city to bite. Shenmue 2 [Xbox Classic]
The fog rolled off the pier at Aberdeen, but Ryo Hazuki didn't feel the chill. His mind was miles away, locked on the image of a cold-blooded man in silk robes and the heavy weight of the Dragon Mirror tucked inside his jacket. Before he could react, a blur of motion snatched his bag