Chapter 5 -Dredges of Society

----------(MEANWHILE AT THE LOCAL BUCK-BALL FIELD OUTSIDE THE SCHOOL OF FRIENDSHIP)----------

It was a very sunny and green day at the school's official outdoor buck-ball field, which was located only a few kilometers from the school's entrance. The bleachers that were previously built as part of the first school match-up (between Students of Friendship vs Students of Magic) still stood today, turning more beige from the repeated daily exposures to the natural elements, especially the bright UV exposure from the sun. The four concentric white round painted circles on the grassy field (with a straight line dividing three of the first three circles) were slightly faded from the rainy and snowy elements. Two buck-ball basket posts still stand on direct opposite sides divided by the white line, on the fourth outer circle of the field. The scenery surrounding the buck-ball field was filled with a couple of dark bushes, rolling grass hills and a couple of deciduous trees. Some batch of flowers also litter around the buck-ball field, with most of them being dandelions, petunias and daffodils.

As laborious as this may be, the School of Friendship still had to send out a few of its best groundskeepers to maintain the sanctuary of their exercise field, so that their students can continue to play their buck-ball game after school is over. The reasoning behind their decision of maintaining the field after its construction was that they wanted their students to remain physically active and that sports play will help build bigger brains, thereby building even smarter students in the process. And who better than an old dirt-brown coated, grey-maned, bulbous hat-wearing and shaggy blue-uniformed Earthen Equestrian stallion named Mister Greenhooves?

"All right, newcomer! You ready for this task?", asked Mister Greenhooves as he was carrying a pair of wooden buckets filled with white paint on a yoke. Alongside him was a very old beige-coated unicorn with a grey shabby mane and also wearing the same blue caretaker's uniform as Mister Greenhooves. Dragging behind him was a small cart with a pair of each required tool: paintbrushes, paint rollers, push mowers, lawn seed bags, hammers, nail jairs and finally, wood varnish bottles.

"Like I had a choice...", grunted the grouchy unicorn as he struggled to pull the worker cart.

"I'll take that as a yes, Mister----uhhhhhh----", Mr. Greenhooves was already starting to forget his employee's name.

"TANG! And if you don't wanna bother remembering that name, then I'll go by just 'Mister', you got that?!", shouted Mr. Tang as she glared at Mr Greenhooves.

"All right then! You know what to do for today?", asked Mr. Greenhooves.

"Repaint the white lines, polish the wooden bleachers, mow the lawn field and plant the grass seeds!", reiterated Mr. Tang with a coarse groan. "You already asked me that question more than 15 times already! You're even more senile than me, you damn fool!"

"Right you are, Mister!" shouted the elderly Mr. Greenhooves with a raspy voice. "Say, what do we got here? I thought buck ball practice wasn't supposed to start until 7:00 pm after school!", yelled Mr. Greenhooves as he looked onto what appeared to be two gangs coming close to the buck-ball field.

"OH, you have GOT to be shitting me right now!", yelled the angry Mr. Tang as he was surprised about happening on the buck-ball field.

Not all the creatures who had immigrated to Ponyville came to learn about the magic of Friendship. They often gained illicit entry into the country through temporary visa cards, fake student permits or using plain old bribery on corrupt Equestrian immigration officers. Some of those who did enter Ponyville with the intent to attend the School of Friendship, for some reason, decided to drop out before their first-year semester even ended and joined with the underground local gangs that plagued a few regions of Ponyville. The majority of those rogue creatures who decided to go against the Equestrian lawful customs and norms were Abyssinians from south Equestria, as well as the Diamond Dogs from Dimondia and the Appaloosan Mountains.

Unsurprising to say, just like their less sapient counterparts, the Abyssinian underworld empire have rival tensions with the underworld Diamond Dog empire. Needless to say, there had been a couple of skirmishes between the local rival gangs of these canine ruffians and the feline felons. Some gangs merged together to gain better control of the black market. It was the steady growth of these gang territories that prompted the Princess ruler of Equestria to sign a royal executive order to install chrome-steel police call-boxes around each corner of Ponyville's blocks that will send either direct phone calls to the town police stations or automated telegraph messages that will can send specific types of crimes taking place, depending on the dial at which the pointer was set on the call box¹.

Not surprisingly, the Abyssinians and Diamond Dogs both don't like the idea of those devices that can call for police back-up within a phone or telegraph message away. Thus, vandalism of both installed and partially installed police boxes wasn't uncommonly practiced by both rival gangs, so construction sites for these police call-boxes had to be under night surveillance by royal guards and most boxes had to be locked by a special key carried by the town patrolling police. If any citizen had to make an emergency call, they had to pull on the lever on its side to activate the alarm bell and turn on the remote gas lantern post on top of the police box. This in turn would activate the automated telegraph message to the police station, telling it to send a police cart wagon to the site of where the police box was activated. Response time of police, ambulance or fire brigade arrival usually takes 2-5 minutes after the call was made.

Some citizens who are government workers, privileged wealthy citizens, community service workers, civil servants and volunteer home guards can apply for a special police box key to gain access to the call dial, though this process may take 2-5 weeks to complete. But with keyed access to the box, they could make the call to the police station about a specific crime or use the pointer dial to send specific automated telegraph messages about each crime listed before pulling the side lever. Those include:

Police wagon (default) Thieves Sorcerers Rioters Drunkards Murder Accidents Hate crimes Brawls Medic Fire

Upon closing the box, the pointer will automatically be set back to 1, so that no false telegraph alarms would be activated by accident (though most citizens would set the dial back to 1, for fear that the dial would not reset upon closing or as a courtesy)

Some police boxes were connected by wires, though they would often be sabotaged by Diamond Dogs digging under the cables to cut the connections, so most of the wired networks had to be protected by hardened steel pipes, concrete barriers and/or razor wire. Though there are some wireless call-boxes, they can be easily be interfered by magical auras from nearby witchcraft or sorcery, so most wireless call boxes are usually installed in remote areas with fewer mana citizens in the neighborhood.

To prevent any false alarms or prank calls to the police, punishments against unlawful activation of police call-boxes carried a sentence that takes up 40% of the average lifespan of a specific creature. For example, a kirin who made a false call can be sentenced to 800 years in royal prison², while dragons can be sentenced to 480 years³. Equestrians, however, can be sentenced to 10-12 years for making the false call⁴. Thus, most citizens would only activate the police call box if they were absolutely sure the crime has taken place, so they wouldn't be harshly questioned for not assessing the situation very well. As harsh as these punishments may sound for those with very long lifespans, this was to prevent the criminal practice of "gas lighting", in which a gang of criminals will overload the call system by activating a whole bunch of call-boxes to lure the police away from the actual crime, thereby delaying emergency responses to the actual current crime scene and giving their gangs a better chance of a getaway.

This was one of the reasons why Mr. Greenhooves was highly hesitant of his employee Mr. Tang about calling on two rival gangs of red-clothed Diamond Dog hoodlums and green-clothed Abyssinian thugs. He didn't want to jump to any conclusions until he was absolutely sure that these rivals were actually here for a brawl. Otherwise, they could be challenging each other to a regular game of buck-ball like all the other Equestrians. The only evidence they had was the witnessing exchange of words between the two gangs, but there was no law against holding shouting matches between bitter enemies and rivals.

One female leader of the Abyssinian gang, who was a black cat with a wearing a green bandana, green tube top and a pair of green denim jeans, snarled out this remark, "I heard your little rabid puppies had been biting and chewing one of my best cat burglars! We, the Jade Tigers, are not pleased by your insolent unprovoked skirmishes!". All of the various female cat minions behind their leader were wearing green-themed regalia consisting of head bands, tank tops, bandeaus, skirts and leather boots.

One male leader of the Diamond Dog dang, who was a greyhound in a red woolen hoodie with a ruby logo on its chest and red polyester pants, barked this comeback, "Unprovoked??!! Your green-hooded stray diseased cats scratched one of my jewel theives and now they became sick with a bad fever!! We, the Ruby Ruff Housebreakers, demand justice for delaying our heist for months!!". All of the male dog minions behind his leader were wearing red-themed regalia consisting of hooded sweatshirts, jackets, jerseys, denim pants and sneakers.

"We mustn't rush on the police call so early, Mister! We could at least wait if they decided to settle their differences!", protested Mr. Greenhooves as he chased the impatient Mr. Tang as he marched briskly for the police call-box near their tool shed.

"Do you want to risk the field being turned into a garbage wasteland by letting these moggies⁵ and mutts⁶ fight each other off, scurry off to their own alleys and tunnels, and risk ourselves being questioned for the same crime of false reporting??", bellowed the begrudged Mr. Tang as he speed up his pace.

"But sir---!" cried Mr. Greenhooves. "What if they weren't here to trash the field and they're only here for a friendly chatter or a regular game of buck-ball?!". Just as they pass through the bushy terrain to reach the tool shed, Mr. Tang made a very harsh remark to Mr. Greenhooves as he sternly came up towards his boss.

"If you wanna make sure they don't end up in a bloodbath, then how about you go over there yourself to talk to these drudges⁷??! I'll be doing my duty as the Equestria's new civil servant by calling the blue helms⁸ for assistance, in case things end up turning into a total shitstorm, ya hear??! Otherwise, you can go ahead and leave this place with your tail between your legs!". He later forcefully yanked his police call key around his neck and used it to unlock the police call-box.

Too shocked by Mr. Tang's brazened attitude, Mr. Greenhooves just stood still out of fear for the strange Far Eastern Equestrian who was his lower-ranking employee. Mr. Greenhooves was supposed to be the one calling out the shots, but his very senile nature and reluctance to be hostile made him feel less in charge of the groundskeeping task force and more like an apprentice with greenhorn experience.

After Mr. Tang set the dial to #9 and pulled down the side lever on the police call-box, Mr. Tang picked up the carbon transmitter piece and began calling the police station,

"喂 (wéi)⁹?! Yes, this is Groundskeeper Tang! I'm calling you over here to report a brawl at the local buck-ball field between some feral cats and mangy hounds!! GET THE POLICE OVER HERE NOW!!"

Mr. Tang immediately hung up the transmitter and began rummaging through the tool shed. Afterwards, he came running out with his own 35mm recording film camera and shouted to Mr. Greenhooves, "If we're lucky, we will record the whole incident on camera and hand that evidence over to the police!" As Mr. Greenhooves stood idly by as Mr. Tang ran passed him, he noticed something strange with the police call-box. When he came up close to the call-box for a closer inspection, he realized that the dial spring had just been sprung out right after Mr. Tang had left and that the direct telephone line to the transmitter had actually been cut off! This meant that the rival gangs anticipated for their emergency call, so they previously had the call-box vandalized before they went off to the buck-ball field to settle their scores in the most brutish fashion.

Afraid for Mr. Tang's safety and the fact that no police may came over to help the potential melee at all, Mr. Greenhooves rushed on over to the buck-ball field as fast as he could, despite his rickety legs giving him bad balancing problems. Within 10 minutes of coming into view of the buck-ball field, he was horrified to see what was happening in front of his eyes as he hid behind one of the bushes.

Violence and war cries from each rival gangster had turned the entire buck-ball field into a battlefield between the Jade Tigers and the Ruby Ruff Housebreakers. The Diamond Dogs were scratched, swiped and kicked by the Abyssinians; in return, Abyssinians were bitten, chewed and pounced on by the Diamond Dogs. In addition, gangsters from both sides had their eyes gouged, tails yanked, incisors punched out and their noses cut off. As the brutal fighting continued on, Mr. Tang was spotted hiding beneath the wooden bleacher seats and recording the whole fight in secret. Hoping to warn him about the vandalized box and coax him out of escaping, Mr. Greenhooves rushed on over to Mr. Tang as silently as he could and huddled close to Mr. Tang underneath the bleachers.

"Look at them, boss! The criminal drudges of the underworld! Plaguing the modern society like a festering disease! HMMPH!! If those damn custom guards were more vigilant with screening those dirty critches outside of Equestria, we wouldn't have to be dealing with this sort of violence by our doorsteps, would we??!", Mr. Tang commented as he was still viewing through his recording film camera.

"The so-called sociologist experts on the newspapers claim the rise in crime rate in Ponyville is a result of lacking resources for the impoverished and the lingering unconscious racist bias of workplaces hesitant in recruiting the minorities, but we Equestrian folk only just wanted more border and immigration security in our town to guard against these damn trouble-making foreigners!", continued the mumbling Mr. Tang while viewing the carnage.

"If I were the mayor of this town, I would stop every future critch from entering the town's borders and had them sent back away to their own kind. Especially those damn fire-breathing lizzies¹⁰! I mean, what was the princess of Friendship thinking??! I think those dragons must've planted that egg in Canterlot in secret, in the attempt that their Princess' protege (now ruler of Equestria) would be less defensive towards dragons, thereby allowing her to be more willing to accept these scaly flyers into your country, eh??"

Before Mr Tang would continue on with his prejudice rant any longer, Mr Greenhooves urgently told him, "Look, we can't stay here for too long! The police! They're---!", and just before he had a chance to finish his sentence, out came a very bright ray of bedazzling light from above.

"Aaaawww, who the hell turn up the lights?! It's hurting my eyes!!", screeched one of the Jade Tigers.

"Who dares try to interfere in our business??!!", growled one of the Ruby Ruff Housbreakers.

As the glowing brightness in the middle of the buck-ball field began to tone down, a bespectacled yellow-coated orange-maned and -bearded stallion unicorn with a white-striped muzzle became clearly visible for every creature on the buck ball field to see. He was wearing a yellow-striped white tunic shrouded with a blue star-patterned cape with a dark teal background, alongside a pair of brown corduroy pants and black leather shoes.

Unimpressed by the sudden introduction of the new unicorn showboating on the hoofball field, Mr. Tang came out from under the bleachers and yelled at the unicorn mage, "HEY, no casting random spells in the middle of the fucking buck-ball field!! You are violating the sanctity of this buck ball field!!".

Upon seeing the unexpected bystander, the bearded mage casted several spiked violet crystals from his horn and implant them into ground around the buck-ball field with his levitation spells. A fenced-off barrier was thus built to keep any bystanders out and keep the criminals in. Mr. Tang was taken aback by the sudden daring spell cast by the enlightening unicorn mage.

"What are you scaredy cats waiting around here for??!! Let's get this tinkle horn¹¹!!", shouted the Jade Tiger leader as she whipped out her 5-cm long claws.

"Who does this mage think he is, barging in like he owns the field?!! This trotter needs to be taught a ruff lesson in etiquette!!", barked the Ruby Ruff Housebreaker leader as he whipped out his wooden spiked club.

Little do these gangster rivals know that they were already greatly outmatched by the floating unicorn mage ever since he had arrived on the scene.

Shooting out from the mage's horn was a widespread array of curved fluorescent turquoise crepuscular rays that chased after and struck whoever was in vicinity of the mage's wrath of justice.

Once struck, their bodies were suddenly encased in a crystallized body prison that grew rapidly and radially from the point where the ray had struck, rendering the Abyssinians and Diamond Dogs completely immobilized. Luckily, the spell only went as far as only entrapping their lower mid-sections, so their heads were free to cry in anger and pain from the sudden immobilization attack.

"HEY, what gives??!! I can't move!!"

"He's trapping us with some sort of rock crystal!!"

"This is putting REALLY hard pressure on my glutes!!"

"My muscles are cramping from this awkward position!"

Once all of the gang members were fully encased in their own sedentary crystallized body suit, the unicorn mage relieved himself of his magical burden and broke apart the large crystal fence that was surrounding the buck ball field. After he floated down onto the ground, Mr. Greenhooves, who was once cowering underneath the bleachers, came out of his hiding spot and rushed over to the mage to thank him for his protection.

"Vice Head-Stallion Sunburst! Boy, do I feel honored to be in your holy presence?! Thanks for taking care of these pesky runts for us! I really thought I was a goner for good!! I was about this close to having a darn heart attack from seeing them spill their blood on this school park! What a shame!", cried the saddened Mr Greenhoves as he took off his hat and placed it onto his chest.

"Wait, Vice Head-Stallion??!! That overpowered wizard's the second top command of this school??!! Well, color me surprised! Hate to see what the REAL Headmare would be like in the magical battlefield!", shouted Mr. Tang as he gazed at Sunburst with expressive disbelief.

"So, looks like you cats and dogs are willing to take the trip to the pound!", joked Vice Head-Stallion Sunburst as he whipped out his wooden carved staff and charged it with a teleportation spell on its top blue mana crystal. "I can make the trip easier for you by just teleporting you all to your own cells!"

"Enough with your clownish humor, tinkle horn!!", shouted the Diamond Dog gang leader. "You had no business---!"

"Business in what?? Judging by the bruises and cuts on your faces AND the chaotic scene I saw through my telescope from the school's observation tower, I can honestly say that you ruffians and felines are illegally fighting on MY school property, a crime that can come with a two-month jail sentence. So in actuality, any creature trespassing on my school property is considered MY business!", interrupted the sassy Vice-Head Stallion.

"Ohhh, don't be so rash! We were just having a little fun playing a hardcore version of tag, that's all!", replied the sly Abyssinian gang leader.

"Vice Head-Stallion Sunburst!!", shouted Mr. Tang as he rushed on over to the middle of the buck ball field.

"I would like to honestly testify that these moogies and mutts are indeed criminals in violation of harmonious peace in your Equestrian nation! I have the footage in my camera to prove it!", hollered Mr. Tang as he handed his film camera to Vice Head-Stallion Sunburst.

"Hmmmm, is that so?", questioned the Vice-Head Stallion as he took the camera from Mr. Tang's hands.

"Yes, it's true! Seen him rollin' that film like he was recording an action flick! Check the reel and hand it over to the police station!", testified Mr. Greenhooves.

"No no no no no! You got it all wrong! We were just---uhhh--practicing our tackling moves for the hoof-ball games! YEAH, that's right?!", lied one conniving canine, who was entrapped in crystal with an embarrassing ballerina pose.

"Listen here and listen well, every creature!!", bellowed the upset Vice Head-Stallion, who was not going to take any more excuses from these criminals. "The field that you all were 'playing' on is meant for practicing buck-ball, NOT FOR hoof-ball! So unless you all have official school coaches that could attest to your defense of this mischievous blood sport practice, I would advise that you only play what is officially allowed on each specific sports field! As of right now, I will have the Headmare call on the authorities to deal with the rest of you later! UNDERSTOOD??!!"

Intimidated by the sudden change to a very vehemently angry tone, all the Diamond Dogs whimpered and all the Abyssissians mewed in trembling head-shaking fear of the Vice Head-Stallion, before nodding their mobile heads in agreement.

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Peering from the tall treetop overlooking the buckball field, one shadow cloaked kirin was looking down below and was amazed by how easily those Diamond Dogs and Abyssinians were so easily entrapped by a single adept mage.

"Hmmmmm, I was really hoping to see this bloody brawl come to an end before the police arrived. I never knew it could end so quickly by a crystallization spell from that unicorn.", said the black-cloaked male kirin with a quiet low-tone bass voice.

"GRRRRR, it's NOT fair!! We were SO close in finding new recruits to our triad gang! How in the hell are we going to make good soldiers from these cats and dogs now?!" cried the blue-cloaked male kirin with the crackling and raspy voice.

"Yes, indeed. How unfortunate for such youthful talent to be tossed away out of our reach....have our Thracian contact send an assassination message to the Huntress! Put out a hit on the one named...'Vice Head-Stallion Sunburst'", ordered the black-hooded kirin.

"Of course, 山主 (Saan Jyu)¹²", obeyed the blue-cloaked kirin as he summoned a voice portal spell from his opalescent and golden-lade bracelet.
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With all of that ruckus taken care of, the old grouchy Mr. Tang and the happily content Mr Greenhooves returned to the tool shack for a short break. Mr. Tang went rummaging loudly within the tool shed again to fetch his thermos. After that, Mr. Tang carefully poured a cup of his favorite ginseng tea onto the plastic cup that also acted as the thermo's top cover. As for Mr Greenhooves, he settled for a simple hot beverage of coffee from his own thermos. As the two laid back on the tool shed wall, Mr. Tang became the first one to speak up.

"You know, what we experienced here today was like a microcosmic example of how our society is crumbling today!", shouted the rambling Mr. Tang as he sipped his ginseng tea. "That is why I would love to dedicate my time in not just keeping the fields spic and span, but also patrolling these grounds for any criminal critch gang that disgrace those playing fields with their rambunctious rabble rousing! I really do love a challenge!"

"Listen, Mister---Tang, right? I kinda appreciated you for trying to protect the school from these hooligans, but you really don't have to push yourself into danger like that!", said the senile Mr Greenhooves as he blew his coffee. He didn't want to mention about his racist rambling under the fear of being viciously attacked. Mr Greenhooves didn't have much strength nor much vigor to fight back against the energetic Mr Tang, and he felt like it was his duty to keep a friendly employer-employee relationship.

"Which is why I want you to take the rest of the day-off to cool your piping hot head of yours, you know, to get your mind outta that crazy gore fest we just saw today", Mr Greenhooves continued as he sipped his coffee.

"Bullshit!! I'm still as peppy as a Germane soldier with a meth needle on his arm! Crime waits for NO sleepers who slack off on the job!", exclaimed the hyped-up geriatric Mr Tang.

"Look---Mister Tang!! I had already told you that you were going to work here as a part-timer for half an hour on the buck ball field, ya hear?! Based on the clock in that tool shed, I say your work time has just ran out.", cried Mr Greenhooves in a louder tone. He really wanted his employee to hear him out for a minute. He took a small sip of his coffee before continuing.

"I suggest you head back to the custodian locker room and change back to your old clothes, and take a rest back at your home for the day"

"You're fucking with me, right Mr Greenhooves? You know this job really means a lot to me, even if I had to come into contact with a lotta critches! I'm only doing this to support a very close best friend of mine and his foster son of his!", replied the determined and eccentric Mr. Tang after he gulped down hard on his ginseng tea

"It's not my call here, Mr Tang. It's part of school policy. Any part-time worker must be let go after their working period is done. Those who refused to let them go will be fired on the spot. That means that if you don't leave now, you won't get paid", explained Mr Greenhooves as he slowly sipped the last portion of his coffee.

"......So, the school's going all socialist on ya, eh?? Well, since I really need to keep this job to keep an eye on my friend's child---siiiigghh, I guess it can't be helped then, huh? Very well...", replied the frustrated Mr. Tang as he tried to calm himself more with his ginseng tea. After he realized he was finished with his cup, he plugged his thermos and placed it back in the shack.

"Well, if you need me for any more part-time labour, I'll be on my dorm down in the basement, sleeping on my cot! See if you could find any jobs with any working period longer than 30 minutes though! Rent on the living apartment quarters for my old friend is really pricey these days!", hollered Mr. Tang as he bid farewell to his boss.

As Mr Greenhooves stared at his employer, he pondered about the conflicting emotions he felt over both his employee's outright discriminatory attitude and his positive ambitious attitude in working hard to earn a decent living. As much as it pains for him to say it, he was the only applicant who signed up to be the apprentice groundskeeper of the School of Friendship. No other pony wanted to work at such a back-breaking and cruddy job, even if the pay rate was increased. That involved raking the leaves, mowing the huge lawn on the hoof-ball field, weeding the gardens and, the worse of all, shoveling dung leftover by the critters at Fluttershy's mini-school fauna sanctuary.

Though he could hire more willing non-Equestrians for the job, most of them often quit within a few days or even a few hours, as the job was considered either too boring, too pungent, too tiring or too unsanitary. Other times, they wanted to focus more on studying for major exams and can't afford to spend most of the time working each and every day. But the real truth behind the matter is that each and every creature just wanted to spend more time with the new friends they made at the school.

Mr. Tang was very different though. He was not interested in making new friends; he was more interested in focusing on his new lease in life in Western Equestria. But his attitude towards other creatures may end up putting up a negative atmosphere in the school, and he didn't want to get into trouble for not harshly disciplining the prejudice pony. As he gazed upon the clear blue sky as he laid back on the tool shed, he thought to himself:

"I better find him a job where he wouldn't have to look at the kids at this school very often....perhaps I could convince the Headmare to transfer him to a job that will involve dealing with a particularly nasty pest problem..."

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Author's Notes:

This chapter takes place at the same timeline as Chapters 3-4

1. This construction of the police callbox with the dial pointer (1880s) looked like this:

2. Kirin can live an average of 2000 years

3. Dragons can live an average of 1200 years

4. Ponies can live an average of 25-30 years

5. Moggies: Abyssinians (derogatory)

6. Mutts: Diamond Dogs (derogatory)

7. Drudges: Low-class criminal worker who takes orders from a gang leader (or 'whistler')

8. Blue helms: Police officer (so called because they wore blue sallet helmets)

9. Mandarin greeting on the telephone (means "Hi" or "Hello")

10. Lizzies: female dragons (derogatory)

11. Tinkle horn: Unicorn (derogatory)

12. Cantonese for 'Mountain Master', a term used to describe the big boss (or dragon head) of the criminal Triads gang
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