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I'd like to say that your description is more generous than what I have in mind, but I might still make some changes.
Chua Ming lives in the upper level of a rundown store front. The old man that runs the pawnshop below don't care much for his resident, in fact he almost never have to see Mr Li, as the vigilant often came in through the hole in the roof. They both tolerate each others existence for the protection that they each offer.
Chua Ming's room is very crowded. There are computers with cables sticking out sitting on his sturdy desk. They are likely stolen from those that can afford its loss. One of the computer in particular has the access and passwords to the police database. How he manage to nab it though, is through a combination of luck and skill. The walls are covered with newspaper clippings and notes on papers. Strings are lined throughout the mess, like a conspiracist's board.
Chua Ming was taking a nap when the computer sounded with a message alert. He groggily wakes up, and takes a seat infront of the monitor while taking a few swigs of a bottle nearby.
"What's this now? Good Child, huh? What trouble is he in now?..." He then opens up the message.
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Edit: changed his response
Last edited December 14, 2019 5:54 am