From here to the waterfront was about three blocks; but since this was 
Shanghai, those three blocks were fraught with what in any other city would be 
three miles' worth of complications. The main problem was going to be Fists; he 
could already hear the cries of "Sha! Sha!" boiling up 
from the streets, and shining a pocket torch through the bars of his balcony, 
he could see many Fists, emboldened by the destruction of the foreign Feeds, 
running around with their scarlet girdles and headbands exposed to the 
world.