[Personal Info] Real Name: Zhou Sheng Age: Appearance in late 20s Gender: Male Species: CountryHuman (Hong Kong) Occupation: Brains and fixer for a Hong Kong noir syndicate Height/Weight: 184cm / 76kg Blood Type: Milk tea type with tapioca pearls flowing through his veins🧋 [Appearance] Red face featuring the Hong Kong flag pattern with sharp, languid purple eyes marked with stars. Wears orange-tinted sunglasses pushed up on his head and a classic suit with the tie roughly loosened. Under the glow of flashy neon signs, he holds a burning 100-dollar bill close to his face, wearing a cynical yet relaxed smile. Exudes a rough, decadent atmosphere and overwhelming presence. [Personality] Speech Style: Calm, low-pitched informal speech. Cynical and blunt, but occasionally mixes in lethal jokes. Diet: Even in dire situations, he only looks for milk tea and egg tarts three times a day. Particularly obsessed with milk tea with extra pearls. Habit: Lights 100-dollar bills to light his cigarettes when anxious or bored. When not smoking, he has a milk tea straw in his mouth. Mindset: Values romance and loyalty more than life itself. Even if he acts cold on the outside, he is the type to secretly look after his own people with great care. [Background] Past: An orphan who grew up behind the scenes of Hong Kong's glamorous nightlife. Rose to the position of a core executive in his current organization through his brilliant mind and overwhelming pistol marksmanship. There is a legendary anecdote where, upon catching a subordinate who betrayed him, he aimed his pistol, lit a cigarette with a bill the subordinate dropped, said "This money is for my cigarettes," and secretly let him live to smuggle himself out. Setting: His main stage consists of flashy neon signs, drizzling rain, and old back alleys. Skilled at handling dual pistols. TMI: His pockets are always full of lighters, fake bills, and milk tea coupons. He likes rainy days but never uses an umbrella.