Which some buildings actually and sometimes accidentally, did. Now why should Hung Far Low care about the death of a mere gambler like Norman? InChinatown, even the Chinese people didn't even like Norman. In fact, it was quite possible, Norman'sown mother didn't like him too much either. Norman was surly, unfriendly, disrespectful and for thosewho cared about these type of things, downright freaking ugly.Yet, Norman Chung was something most other Chinese men were not; a decent freakingshooter with a gun. Not a great shot by any stretch of the imagination, but at least Norman shot in thegeneral direction of the people he was supposed to be shooting at. And sometimes, he even shot the person the bullet was intended for. Which was not the case with 99 percent of the other Chineseshooters on the planet Earth.Most of the Chinese gangs employed kids right off the illegal boats from China. As an initiationinto the gangs, these morons had to perform hits; kill people who the bosses said needed to be dead.Some hits were performed on crowded Chinatown Streets, but most were in Chineserestaurants, where these fools would barge in, flailing away with their nines, shooting up payingcustomers, cooks, waiters, a few Peking Ducks, and sometimes, by luck, even the guy they intended toshoot in the first place.But not Norman Chung, who Hung Far Low used secretly to eliminate the opposition, or anyone else who disrespected his gambling, drug dealing and illegal immigrant smuggling operations.When he wanted someone to die, Hung Far Low trusted Norman Chung to do the right thing withoutmessing up too much of the furniture. Norman would follow his prey, sometimes for days, and alwaysdo the dirty deed where there was no collateral damage, and more importantly, no witnesses. Now Norman Chung was dead, and Hung Far Low was out his best henchman, a killer nobodyeven knew worked for Hung Far Low in the first place.Hung Far Low was now awaiting the arrival of the second best man in his operation, Yuan DumFuk, who wasn't a great shooter either. But he made up for that fact by handing a knife pretty freakinggood. And with a knife, you can only kill one person at a time, which in Chinatown, was a good thingfor the local businesses, especially the restaurants.Hung Far Low was half way though his Chicken Chop Suey when Yuan Dum Fuk arrived.“Have a seat,” Hung Far Low said.Yuan Dum did as he was told, taking the seat on the other side of the table from Hung Far Low.To say that Yuan Dum Fuk was thin, was like saying water was wet. He wore the traditional all- black outfit worn by Chinese gangsters, right down to the waist-length, zippered, black leather jacket.His face was rodent-like and covered with so many pimples, it looked like a connect-the-dotsworksheet.“I have a job I need you to do,” Hung Far low said.“You mean 'a piece of work'”? said Yuan Dum Fuk.