Driving up Macao's Rua Padre Antonio one cool, drizzly morning a few weeks ago, two youths found their way deliberately blocked by a pedicab. At that moment, three men forced themselves into the car and, at pistol point, made the youths drive on to an empty bicycle shop on a lonely street. Here the kidnapers hauled them out, stuck oranges into their mouths, blindfolded, trussed and loaded them into gunny sacks, dumped them into a couple of rickshas. Singing gay Cantonese songs to drown out any possible outcry, the men pulled the...
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