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Into the busy streets of Mongkok I surged, weaving my way through the walls of people, slipping past battalions of men and women wandering aimlessly on the battlefield. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted another man, weighed down by a hefty briefcase and an oversized coat, galloping across the crossroads, heading for our mutual goal - the minibus bus stop. I increased my pace, maintaining a steady march towards my ultimate destination. Everything around me was veiled in a cloak of drizzle and fog, while the battlefield itself was damp with puddles of water resembling blood glinting under the peaceful neon lights from the massive, hawking