As the setting sun was about to dip behind the hills, the bustling city of London was awash with traffic.
"Negro, do you think the chap in charge of traffic decisions here had his brain squeezed by his anus?" Sitting in the passenger seat on the left side of the car, Chekhov, clad in a trench coat and clasping a cigar, asked the black chauffeur.
Chekhov's chauffeur was a black man, born in a war-torn African country. He killed his first man at the age of six, joined the rebellion at seven, and became the most fearsome executioner for the leader of the rebellion at sixteen. At eighteen, Chekhov exchanged a pile of weapons for him and he became Chekhov's personal bodyguard and driver.
At twenty, under Chekhov's order, he had a fight to the death with Chen Fan.
As a result, Chen Fan knocked him out in just ten seconds.
Since then, this ever-so-stoic man would show a faint smile every time he saw Chen Fan.
