West Port at dusk was shrouded in a yellowish twilight. A middle-aged man dressed as a boatman stood atop a shipping container, overlooking the scene: "Take out your black cards and stand against the wall. Not just anyone gets to work for Mr. Liu. If you want to earn a meal here, you have to know the rules."
He said, "No matter who you were before, no matter how powerful your background was in the real world, none of that matters here! Since you're already unclean, drop the arrogance!"
Armed mercenaries pointed their guns and herded a group of people to the corner like they were herding ducks, snapping impatiently, "Hands up! No carrying anything. Stand flush against the wall!"
Most people dared not resist and complied obediently, raising their hands.
But some showed reluctance—mostly those who had some status in the real world. They barely started grumbling before being struck down with a rifle butt and tossed directly into the sea.
