Mr. Wong had spent three decades working on the Star Ferry, shuttling passengers between Hong Kong and Kowloon. Though his job was routine, he found meaning through quiet observation and reading. A rational man, Wong dismissed magic and fate, believing people invented such things to endure suffering.

Over time, he grew curious about the cultural contrasts between Eastern and Western passengers. Westerners seemed to focus on appearances and etiquette, while Easterners often carried hidden emotional or spiritual depth. One quiet evening, as the ferry crossed Victoria Harbour, Wong noticed a pale woman in a white dress holding her young son's hand. She radiated tension, as if sensing something ominous.

Suddenly, four masked men in black jumped onto the ferry, wielding sticks. Wong froze in fear as one of them pointed a stick at him. Though immobilized, he remained fully conscious. The woman rose, pleaded for her son’s safety, then whispered to him and threw him overboard. In the next instant, she unleashed a glowing yellow beam from her hands, hurling the attackers back.

A magical battle unfolded on the ferry deck. The woman’s yellow energy clashed with the men’s cold blue beams. Though outnumbered, she fought back fiercely, the ferry glowing with supernatural light. At one point, she joined her hands in prayer, absorbing the attackers’ power and breaking their resistance. One removed his mask, revealing an older Western man. Finally, a wave of blue fire engulfed them all—then silence. The woman and the men vanished into ash.

As Wong regained control of his body, he saw a tiger’s image blazing across the night sky, blood dripping from its mouth. No one else on the ferry seemed to have noticed anything.

Shaken, Wong resigned from his job and returned to his village, hoping to understand what he had seen. Unknowingly, he had witnessed the fall of four of the five legendary “tigers” who had secretly ruled Hong Kong’s magical world for a century.