Life had not dealt Fang the best of hands, but he prided himself in his ability to make much out of nothing. He had grown up without a penny to his name, scraping at the bottom of the barrel in a rackety, violence infested neighborhood in the dirtiest dregs of his city's Chinatown. He could check all the boxes for a stereotypical city hoodrat's childhood: he had a single mother, lived through gang violence, and grew up weaned on street smarts.
