Blue
Lantern

One rule above all others.
Business is business.

We open on water. Sai Kung, 1991. A ceremony boat sits low in the harbour with two hundred men aboard. Jimmy Wong — rank 432, the man running the show — watches faces in the crowd with the attention of someone who knows what a planted informer looks like. He has learned this the expensive way.

Afterwards, over tea in a Tsim Sha Tsui teahouse, Jenny Wong asks him how it all started. And Jimmy, for the first time, goes back. To the Kowloon orphanage. To the Walled City. To the night two eight-year-olds walked out of Father O’Brien’s door with nowhere particular to go.

To the day in 1981 when a white Toyota van appeared outside the orphanage gate and took a thirteen-year-old boy to a mansion in the New Territories — marble columns, a gravel drive, and a shed in the garden where he slept his first night.

Blue Lantern spans twelve years and four countries. It is the story of what Raymond Wong built, what it cost to carry it, and what had to happen in London, Amsterdam, and Macau before anything like peace was possible.