A loud clinking sound emanated from a corner of the coffeeshop.
*Clang clang clang CLANG!*
It was the sound of a metal spoon being stirred vigorously inside a glass of milk tea.
Sitting with one leg perched on a chair, a young man in his mid-twenties stared out at the other customers. He had tattoos of fierce dragons running down both his arms, and a prominent scar on his left cheek. There was an awkward snarl on his face as he wiggled a toothpick in his teeth.
His menacing appearance caught the attention of a young school boy sitting with his mother one table away. Intrigued, the little boy stared at the youth for an instant.
"Kwa... kwa seem me lan jiao!"
Instantly the boy looked away in fear as his mother shielded him.
"Hurry boy and finish your Milo, the bus coming already."
The unruly youth simply ignored them and continued to sip his milk tea noisily.
His name is Yap Seng Beng.
Suddenly the coffee shop owner shouted "AH BENG! Kah kin lai dao kah chiu leh!" He needed help to move a few heavy plastic crates of canned drinks.
Grudgely, Ah Beng rose to his feet and gave the kid one last dirty look.
The school boy cringed. His mother whispered cautiously - "Boy, you must study hard. Don't be like this hooligan can only do doh sai doh djio job."
Ah Beng pretended not to notice, even though he heard every word she said. He was not affected because there was something else in his mind.
Something very important was happening tonight. This would be the final showdown.
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