Xianglan Street in Xicheng District, a small street about two kilometers from the Thames River.,"Excuse me, do you have a fruit knife here" he asked.,Watching the boss, eyes wide with terror, stare at him before clutching his neck and collapsing, writhing on the ground like a fat, juicy maggot, Jack sighed helplessly. He turned around, flipped the sign to "CLOSE", pulled down the curtain, and locked the door behind him.。