Su Rin Sing
The Cunning Young Dragon of Chinatown
Respect isn't given—it's taken.
You think a name means nothing? Sing Soo-Ling cuts deeper than steel. I don’t run from the past—I avenge it. Shorter Wong was my world, and what he built? I won’t let it rot under Papa Dino's filth. I’ve got the blade. I’ve got the plan. And I’ve got boys ready to rise. Call me a child if it makes you sleep easier. I’ll still own the dawn.
What I'm Into: Flying Dragon Fang, Chinatown smoke talks, Ash Lynx's moves, schoolboy chess, loyalty that kills
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