I knew who Luis Lui (呂鍚柱) was during my time in Asia, but I didn’t realize until months after I’d returned to the U.S. that he was actively condoning, and profiting from, underworld attacks on Westerners who frequented his saunas. I made my final escape from Asia on December 2nd, 2011, but even back in America, I couldn’t shake the sense of being watched. My computers kept getting hacked.
Securing my tech became a full-time job; 50 hours a week for over a year. The hackers I was up against weren’t amateurs; they were the best I’d ever encountered. They found ways to keep their hooks buried deep, even after I performed low-level reformats from another machine. Eventually, I figured out they were using TrueCrypt, embedding rogue file systems that remapped disk sectors. My computer would “see” the entire drive, but in reality, it was only accessing about 95%; the rest was hidden, encrypted, running its own operating system that would load the instant the hard drive received power, even before the BIOS kicked in. Their hack controlled my machine at the deepest level, invisible to any standard check.
At first, I thought it was the Vietnamese still coming after me. But as the attacks grew more sophisticated; surviving complete OS reinstalls, leaving behind Chinese language files in otherwise English directories, I realized the Triads had taken over. The skill level was on another plane entirely. I’d been blogging, calling out the Vietnamese criminals, but rarely mentioned the Triads. It wasn’t until I dug deeper, set a few traps, and started analyzing the evidence that I uncovered the truth: my real adversaries were the Triads, not just the local thugs I’d left behind.
I try to keep my explanations about the tech side simple, so most people can grasp the basics of how these tools were used against me. But if you’re a techie and want to dive deeper, I’ve documented the general framework of their hacking tactics at http://bit.ly/triadhack. Since then, I’ve learned even more about how they operate, but that link covers the essentials. Fair warning, unless you’re into computers, it probably won’t make much sense.
I also stumbled across their hidden operating system purely by chance and uploaded it for analysis at https://bit.ly/666-hack. I called it “666hack” because, once extracted, the file is exactly 666MB, maybe an omen, maybe just a twisted coincidence. Here’s something else: you can’t burn the .iso file to a disc. Every time, it errors out at exactly 69%. The symbolism isn’t lost on me; 69 for the temptation that brought me to Vietnam, 666 for the evil I found there. You can see it for yourself in these videos:
But why would the Triads keep hacking me after I’d already managed to safeguard my money? It took months to figure out, but a stroke of luck tipped me off. I went searching for a business card I’d saved; both on my computer and in my Evernote cloud account. Strangely, the image was missing from everywhere, even though I knew I’d saved it multiple times. The card belonged to Luis Lui, of G&L Group in Macau. Tracking it down again was a struggle, almost as if someone didn’t want me to find it. It was a small detail, but it pointed to a much bigger truth about who was still pulling the strings.
The Public Face of Luis Lui
Everyone that lives in Macau knows the saunas are Triad territory. What most people don’t realize is just how much of the market is controlled by a single man. Luis Lui holds 95 to 100% of the sauna business in Macau, even though his public company, G&L Group, never mentions saunas anywhere. As of 2013, if you want to find him online, you have to search “Luis Lui G&L Group”; otherwise, you’ll end up reading about a different casino owner entirely.
Here’s where it gets almost darkly comedic: Luis Lui is a long-standing member of Skal International Macau. According to their site (https://bit.ly/skal-intl), Skål is “a professional organization of tourism leaders around the world, promoting global tourism and friendship.” They describe themselves as uniting all branches of the travel and tourism industry, fostering goodwill and friendship across 87 nations.
Reading that, I had to laugh. I was tempted to contact Skål and ask if they thought Luis Lui fit their member profile. After all, destroying lives, stealing fortunes, and occasionally orchestrating murders isn’t exactly the best way to promote “Global Tourism and Friendship.” My dealings with Luis made one thing clear: I’ll never set foot in Macau again, and I certainly don’t consider him a friend. The hypocrisy is staggering. I doubt human sex trafficking is a “topic of common interest” at Skål meetings, either.
Luis Lui is the antithesis of international goodwill; a perfect example of how deep the hypocrisy runs in his world. The Triads in Macau will treat you like family, smile, and wait patiently, sometimes for months, studying you, hacking you, learning your every move, until your guard is down. But once they strike, they don’t stop. No matter how many times you escape, they keep coming. They’re like Herpes: once you’ve got them, you never really get rid of them.
The Luis Lui He Doesn’t Want You to Know
I first learned who Luis Lui really was by pure chance, over drinks with a well-connected Westerner in Macau. This guy had deep business and political ties, and had lived in Macau since before the casinos took over. He showed me a business card, Luis Lui’s, and asked if I knew who it belonged to. I didn’t. That’s when he told me: Lui owns more than 95% of the saunas in Macau, making him one of the most powerful men in the city. But unlike the infamous Triad gangster Wan Kuok-Koi “Broken Tooth”, Lui flies so far under the radar you’d never know he existed. According to my source, even Broken Tooth answers to Lui.
Sometimes I wonder if Broken Tooth is just a diversion, a lightning rod to keep the spotlight off Lui. If you Google “Macau Triad Broken Tooth,” you’ll see a guy who craves attention, always in the media, driving a purple Lamborghini, living like a rock star. It’s an odd look for someone who should be keeping a low profile, especially given the Chinese government’s iron grip on Macau. Maybe that’s the point; maybe Lui designed it that way, using Broken Tooth’s persona as a smokescreen to protect his own anonymity. I can’t prove it, but it makes sense. For all his supposed power, Broken Tooth doesn’t own a single sauna, even though those businesses rake in hundreds of millions a year. Meanwhile, Lui keeps his name out of the papers and away from the authorities.
Take a look at this New York Times article from 1998. It describes Broken Tooth as eager for the spotlight, always ready to be the center of attention:
“Wan Kuok-koi, also known as ‘Broken Tooth’ Koi, is said to be the top triad boss in Macau, the tiny Portuguese colony neighboring Hong Kong… Wan, who drives a purple Lamborghini, wears smart three-piece suits and a diamond bracelet, and has a distinct flair for self-promotion, did not hesitate. The answer was yes.” (N.Y. Times, June 11, 1998)
It’s almost theatrical; like the whole show is designed to keep the real boss, Luis Lui, hidden in the shadows.
Back to that conversation with the Westerner: he told me that anyone who truly knows Luis Lui is terrified of him. Lui is obsessed with keeping a low profile; his name never appears publicly as the owner of any sauna. On paper, he wants the world to see him as a legitimate businessman: a restaurant, a travel agency, a couple of beauty salons. But those “public” businesses probably account for less than 1% of his real income.
Here’s what he actually controls, according to several reliable sources who’d know:
- More than 50 saunas in Macau alone
- Illegal human trafficking worldwide
- Drug distribution
- Blackmail operations
- Corporate and high-net-worth individual espionage
- Multiple forms of extortion
- Body-part trafficking
Below is a photo of Luis Lui in 2011, serving on the committee for the Macau Moto Speedway Race. Out in public, he plays the role of respectable, civic-minded citizen. But behind the scenes, his crimes rival those of any serial killer; evil with zero empathy. He’s a narcissist, utterly without conscience. Anyone traveling to Southeast Asia needs to know who these people are and how they operate if they want to stay safe.
I only saw Lui in person once, from a distance, in the Eighteen Sauna back in 2010. The effect was immediate; workers scurried around, visibly nervous. The tension only broke after he left. No customer could inspire that kind of fear in thirty people. Lui was the boss, no question. What amazes me is how he manages to keep his identity so private. Most victims never even realize he’s the one behind their fate; and those who do are too scared to say anything.
I’ve always been good with computers; good enough to start my own software company after leaving law. But even for me, unraveling their tactics was nearly impossible. Their hacks are stealthy, undetectable by any antivirus program. Even the programmers I hired were stumped. That’s how deep his reach goes.
HOW TO PROTECT YOUR PHONE AND COMPUTER WHILE IN ASIA
It only takes five seconds; one of them plugs a USB thumb drive into your computer, and suddenly, they own you: your computers, smartphones, routers, anything with an internet connection. Never leave your laptop or phone unattended in Asia, and always use a locking briefcase for your devices when you sleep. Avoid public Wi-Fi at all costs; stick to your cellular connection for internet access. That alone will block about 95% of their initial infection methods.
If you even suspect you’ve been compromised after traveling there, save yourself the agony: sell everything you own that connects to the internet: computers, routers, smartphones, even USB drives you brought or plugged in while abroad. These devices can spread the infection to other tech you never even took to Asia. Once you’ve purged your old gear, start fresh: buy new devices, create new email and Apple IDs, and don’t recycle any old credentials. They use your Apple ID and email to access new setups, hacking Apple or your provider to keep tabs on you.
I know it sounds drastic, but after more than 2,500 hours fighting these leeches, I wish I’d followed this advice from the start. My ex actually suggested wiping the slate clean; new devices, new Apple ID, back when she was still more loyal to me than to them. I didn’t understand then, but I do now. If you want to be free, you have to burn it all down and start over.
Macau’s Criminal Underworld
Luis Lui’s Triad soldiers are sworn to absolute silence about his identity. If anyone fails to protect the Godfather’s secret, they simply disappear; that’s what one of the women he enslaved told me, and I believe her.
Back in early 2010, I emailed John and “7” a photo of Luis Lui’s business card, bluntly stating he owned all the saunas in Macau. Up until then, they’d always replied to my messages within minutes, eager to keep me close for the scam. This time? Nothing. Not a word. It was a glaring silence. At that point, Hong was still on my side more than theirs, and she told me “7” and John would never admit who the real boss was. That, to me, was as good as confirmation. When I pressed her directly, she just smiled and walked away.
A month later, I asked “7” in person while I was in Macau. She turned white, stammered, and immediately cranked up the radio, dancing to avoid the conversation. It was obvious: nobody would risk saying his name, not even to lie. They knew I had credible sources and didn’t want to lose face by denying something I could prove. Their silence told me everything; Luis Lui himself had to have green lit the operation against me, especially since I’d gotten my hands on his business card.
The Triads are clever and detail-oriented, but they don’t handle pressure well. Once I realized I was at war, I changed tactics. They’re cowards at heart; they need everything planned to the last detail before they strike. When I started fighting back with unpredictable, aggressive moves, what I called my “chaos theory” approach; they were constantly on their heels. Over those eight months, from April to December 2011, I managed to fend off over a hundred of them by never backing down and always responding loudly and aggressively to threats.
I even taunted them. I knew they were listening to my computers; Skype traffic constantly lit up my network. So I’d play “Chucky” by Bushwick Bill from the Geto Boys on repeat for three weeks, forcing them to listen to it nonstop if they wanted to monitor me. I put screensavers on my hacked machines that said, “Get a job mafia loser.” It was psychological warfare; I knew I couldn’t win on the tech front, but I could make their job as miserable as possible and force them out of their comfort zone.
Luis Lui doesn’t want anyone to know he owns the saunas, because a big part of his business is scamming the very patrons who walk through the door. The saunas might be legal in Macau, but the way he runs them, preying on customers and siphoning every dollar for his criminal empire, is anything but. This is why he hides in the shadows, and why his people are terrified to even say his name.
Here are some more facts about Luis Lui, as told to me by one of the seven girls I mentioned earlier:
Luis employs many underage girls, some as young as 15, with fake passports claiming they’re 18. Hong used to run errands for her friend “7,” picking up four to six passports at a time. I didn’t understand why at the time, but now it’s clear: those passports were for the underage girls. Luis doesn’t care if the documents are forged, especially if they’re Vietnamese. As long as nothing can be traced back to Macau, he feels safe. He’s obsessed with making sure everyone else takes the risk, and anyone who exposes him faces severe punishment. If the girls can get through customs with fake documents, he encourages it.
Luis fully supports scamming customers, he even has “Scam Managers,” like sales managers, whose job is to coordinate and motivate the girls to find ways to scam patrons. They carefully choose their victims, sometimes waiting years to make their move. It’s not just Westerners; they’ll target Asians too, as long as they live more than 100 miles away (to avoid local rumors). The approach is always the same: the girls are trained to make Western men fall in love, hack their computers, gather intel, and then scam or even kill them for money. Blackmail is common; most men are too scared or embarrassed to go to the police, especially with the Triads involved. Sometimes, they plant drugs or even kill victims for their organs. The girl told me this started happening around 2009.
Luis began investing in surgery centers across China and Vietnam in 2010. At the time, I didn’t think much of it, but hearing about his involvement in black-market organ trafficking, it suddenly made sense. These centers could be used after hours for organ harvesting, with hackers monitoring patient records for blood types and sending hit squads if a high-value organ is needed. Hong once told me she feared our son would be kidnapped and chopped up for his organs; this was when she was still trying to help me in July 2011. I don’t know if that was ever the plan for me or my son, but given the threats, the money in my house, and the way they operate, it wouldn’t surprise me.
Luis runs his saunas like concentration camps. Girls who refuse to scam customers are beaten or sold as lifelong sex slaves in Mongolia, Korea, or Indonesia. Others simply disappear. Fear is constant. “Showtime” at the saunas is delayed if necessary to ensure the best English-speaking girls are available to target Westerners; anything to maximize their chances of landing a mark. If a girl calls off work for anything but her period, she’s beaten. If the sauna suspects she’s lying, a manager will physically check her. At least a quarter of the girls have visible bruises, usually hidden under their hair.
Every man who enters the sauna is a potential target. I was shown photos of scam victims, guys who gave tens of thousands of dollars to these girls, thinking it was love. Blackmail and extortion are the most common scams, often executed after victims return home. Framing scams, involving corrupt police, are kept mostly outside Macau to avoid publicity, but happen there too if necessary.
Luis also runs Wireshark on the saunas’ Wi-Fi networks, monitoring everything customers do online. Workers signal when a guy goes online, matching connection times to identify his device and hack it.
This is the reality: Luis Lui’s organization is a billion-dollar criminal empire built on exploitation, violence, and fear. He’s not just a businessman; he’s a predator. And as I learned firsthand, you don’t have to live in Asia to become a target; just visiting is enough. The Triads are always watching, always waiting for the next opportunity.
Geto Boys • Bushwick Bill – Chuckie (Horror Music Video)
This is the song I played on a loop for 3 weeks while the Triads listened. Imagine how much it must have drove them nuts. lol
Some of you might be wondering, “Why didn’t you just leave?” The reality was, it wasn’t that simple. I had about $1.5 million in Chinese yuan stashed in my house, plus another $120,000 in U.S. dollars. My ex had stolen my customs declaration form; the one document I needed to legally take that cash out of Vietnam. Without it, leaving the country with my money would have meant forfeiting most of it to the Vietnamese government.
On top of that, my entire life was there. I’d moved my whole household, my dogs, and, most importantly, my son, who I’d had with my ex after relocating. The reason I held so much in Chinese yuan was straightforward: at the time, the yuan was undervalued by about 40% by most reliable estimates, and the Bank of China wouldn’t let non-citizens hold yuan in an account. So I had to convert my U.S. dollars from my Bank of China account into physical yuan and keep it in the house. There was nothing illegal about the money or keeping it at home; it was just an investment, and I did everything by the book, claiming the cash with Vietnamese customs when I brought it from Macau to Saigon (HCMC) on December 17, 2010.
Vietnamese law says you can leave the country with any money you declared upon arrival; as long as you can prove it. The Triads knew this loophole, so they had my ex steal my customs declaration. Without that paper, I was trapped. Leaving meant losing everything. And they knew it.
Kieu With Some Unknown Victim
The Money I Brought Into Vietnam From Macau
The man I’ve circled in the image below is a Triad boss who worked directly under Luis Lui. According to what I was told, his role was to “take out” the sauna girls, meaning he’d reward them with an expensive night out, whenever they successfully pulled off a big-money scam, always with the Triad’s help and guidance, of course. This was their version of a bonus for a job well done.
But even with those rewards, the girls only saw about 20% of the money they scammed. The Triads kept the lion’s share, despite the girls doing most of the dangerous work. It was just another way the organization exploited everyone in its orbit, making sure the real profits stayed at the top, and the risk and fallout landed on the most vulnerable.
Shadow Enemies Everywhere
I had tons of derogatory evidence against Hong and her friends stored all over my computers and in my Evernote account. From December 2011 to November 2012, I blogged about them constantly, but none of that evidence ever disappeared. The only thing that kept vanishing, over and over, was the image of Luis Lui’s business card.
That’s when I started experimenting. I searched across about 30 hard drives and finally found the business card image on an encrypted drive. I began saving copies in different folders, alongside evidence against the Vietnamese and other random files, keeping careful notes on the number and names of files in each directory. Every few days, I’d check those folders. For three months, from March to July 2012, I renamed the business card image, changed its date, hid it in new places. No matter what I did, it always disappeared, and nothing else was ever touched.
That told me everything: after I left Vietnam, the Triads put their elite hackers on me, not because of my evidence against Hong’s gang, but because I had something on their boss, Luis Lui. They didn’t think I’d ever escape Vietnam, so they didn’t bother with their best hackers until I was safely out. But once I was gone, they became obsessed with scrubbing anything that could expose the man who’s managed to stay hidden as the true Triad Godfather behind Macau’s saunas.
Ironically, the fact that I was focused only on Hong’s gang while still in Vietnam probably saved my life. If I’d started talking about Luis Lui being the mastermind while I was still there, they would have made sure I never left. They let the local criminals handle things as long as Lui’s identity seemed safe. Even so, my ex still called in a hit squad just a week before I left for America. She tried to lock me in the house, and even got the hotel to give me a room off the main property, claiming the main building was full (when it clearly wasn’t). I insisted on a room in the main building, even at triple the going rate. That night, people kept knocking on my door, and my ex got a suspicious late-night call from her sister; something that never happened before.
Even a supposedly reputable 3-star hotel in Mui Ne was easily convinced to help scam an American. The place was empty, but they tried to isolate me at the request of those targeting me. Every detail was a setup, and every layer of protection I thought I had could be bought or broken. The only thing that saved me was my paranoia; and a little bit of luck.
The image below is the 3-Star Hotel I stayed at in Mui Ne where the employee helped my enemies by attempting to put me in a bungalow on the edge of the property that wasn’t in the main building even though it was the slow season and they had plenty of rooms.
The War Games Continued After I Got Back to the U.S.
July 2012-Their Deception Has No Limit
Eight months after getting home, I decided to give Match.com a try. Out of nowhere, I was contacted by an attractive Chinese graduate student. At the time, I had no idea just how thoroughly I was still being hacked, they knew I was on Match.com in Pittsburgh, even though I thought they believed I was in Florida. The girl, who called herself LeHong, reached out and seemed genuinely interested in dating.
Looking back, there were red flags everywhere. After dinner on our first date, she suggested, without hesitation, that we drive an hour back to my place. For a first date, that was odd, especially considering the distance. Still, I went along with it.
We went out once more after that. The next day, as I returned from walking my dogs, I caught her in my backyard, snapping photos with her phone. She was doing recon for the Triads, plain and simple.
To test my theory, I brought it up with Hong during a Yahoo Messenger video call. I casually mentioned how “thankful” I was for the Chinese girl they’d sent me a few weeks earlier, just to gauge Hong’s reaction. She froze, completely silent for ten seconds, then pretended she hadn’t heard me and tried to change the subject. That silence said it all. The Triads weren’t done with me, not by a long shot.
The Chinese girl from Match.com wasn’t just doing recon; she was getting technical. While I was in the shower, she wrote down the MAC ID from my cable modem. After that, the hacking ramped up: every Windows or Apple update I downloaded was corrupted. I called Comcast and got through to Tier 2 Security. Together, we discovered that there was a second cable modem on their network using my exact MAC ID, but it was a completely different model.
When Comcast sent a refresh signal, nothing happened at first. Only after sending it a second time did my modem respond correctly. Here’s why: the Triads had set up a cloned cable modem between my house and Comcast’s main connection, spoofing Comcast’s IP address for DNS. My router was being tricked into using their rogue servers for all web requests; so every “update” from Google, Apple, or Microsoft was actually a hacked file from their fake servers. The first refresh knocked their modem offline just long enough for my connection to grab the real DNS from Comcast, which is why the second signal finally worked. The Comcast security guy was stunned; he’d never seen anything like it.
Around that time, I also fixed a girl’s broken laptop at my house. The Triads still had the cloned modem going. Months later, when we started chatting again, her devices, computer and iPhone, started acting crazy, just like mine had before I replaced my cable modem. She sent me screenshots, and it was the exact same hack. I realized they must have set up a trigger on her computer: if she visited certain websites, typed in specific keywords, or entered my phone number, it would alert the Triads that she was in contact with me. We agreed it was safer to stop talking, and I walked her through the steps to clean her system.
But the Triads didn’t stop with the Chinese girl. After I figured out their game but before I tipped off Hong, a Vietnamese girl reached out on Match.com. I gave her my number to see how they’d play it. She called obsessively for a couple of days, claiming she was at the airport and would call me after landing. That night, I ignored her call, then called her back at 2 a.m. and let it ring once before hanging up. She immediately called back four times in a row. I texted her, “tell the Triads that I said… Du Me…” (“Fuck your mother” in Vietnamese). She never called or replied again. That ended their little Match.com operation; at least for a while.
Here Comes Thunder Turd!
About a month later, things took another bizarre turn. This time, a guy reached out to me on Match.com and started talking trash right off the bat. What caught my attention was that he mentioned something about an iPhone I’d had in Asia; details only the Triads would know. But the guy didn’t fit the expected profile at all: he was blonde, had a full profile with photos of his two daughters, and claimed to be looking for the right girl. The level of deception was impressive; they’d taken the time to build a completely believable persona to cover their tracks and make sure it wasn’t obvious the message was coming from Asia.
Even his screen name was a wink to insiders: “Thunder Buddy.” The Triad code of conduct famously warns that anyone who breaks their secret pledge will be struck down by “36 Thunderbolts.” The word “Thunder” appears over and over in their lore, so this guy’s choice was no coincidence. Personally, I just called him “Thunder Turd”; it popped into my head and stuck as we traded insults for about a week before I got bored and moved on.
He even dropped hints that the Triads knew exactly where I lived, mentioning in a message (which I saved) that it wasn’t too far to drive to Mountainview. That was the moment I decided it was time to go to war with these assholes. Their scare tactics didn’t intimidate me; they only made me more determined to fight back. I don’t scare easily, especially not on my own turf.
That’s when I made a strategic move: I quietly took down my blog about Hong and her criminal crew in Vietnam and started writing the full story; the one that includes the Triads and their global partners. If they wanted a fight, I was ready to bring it to them, on my own terms.
Getting Stalked On Ebay
A couple of months after the cable internet hack, I finally stopped being stubborn and decided to get rid of every piece of electronics I’d brought from Vietnam. I always had a gut feeling they’d planted some kind of nanodevice; something that could broadcast malicious Wi-Fi or Bluetooth code. No matter what I did, every computer and phone I owned would get hacked within a day.
Back in Vietnam, I took my laptop to an Apple reseller for repairs. When I got it back, NTFS3G was installed; aftermarket software that lets Windows and Mac drives interact. There was no reason for it to be there. Originally, the hackers controlled my Apple computers through Windows, but Apple uses HFS+ and Windows uses NTFS, which can’t talk to each other without a bridge like NTFS3G. The guy at the store must have installed it to help the police hack my system. He even made a comment about power supply hacking, which I brushed off at the time, but later realized was a probe; because that’s exactly how they kept reinfecting me. They had a “Trasp Device” (a term I’d seen Hong’s friend Hanh searching for on her computer) sending pulses through my house’s electrical grid, hacking into all my devices and phoning home to their rogue servers. They’d even spliced my FireWire port; every time I got a new Mac, a FireWire connection would mysteriously become active. Eventually, I figured out which device they’d planted it in, but to be safe, I sold everything.
Here’s the wild part: 75% of my stuff sold on eBay was bought by Asian names; accounts freshly created that week. It wasn’t a coincidence. Three different buyers, all new to eBay, just happened to want my old electronics? One package got flagged by UPS as having a wrong address. When I called for the correct one, the buyer got nervous and stammered, promising to email it later. I emailed him the next day, saying UPS had his “Trasp Device.” He replied, still insisting I send the item, but never asked what I meant by “Trasp”; a dead giveaway he was involved. Eventually, he tried to claim parts were missing to get a return, but when I called him out, he nervously laughed and dropped it. I saved his number as “Triad Loser” and switched to a six-year-old non-smartphone for safety.
By 2013, I’d gotten the hacks somewhat under control, but they always seemed to find a way back in. One trick they used: USB flash drives formatted as FAT16 with a boot flag that executes old DOS code from 1998. I was shocked to find the Master Boot Record (MBR) on my hard drive was read-only. The only way to overwrite a read-only MBR is with a DOS-based floppy drive, replacing it with a DOS MBR that’s almost identical to modern ones. The MBR is the first code a computer looks at when it powers on; if they own that, they own everything.
November 6, 2012 – Time To Poke The Devil
On November 6th, 2012, I made the decision to reach out directly to Luis Lui, just before I planned to publish my blog exposing him. My first email, shown on the left in the image below, got no response. I waited over a month before trying again, this time after speaking with the girl who confirmed and expanded on what I already knew. She told me outright that the Triads had initially planned to kill me, and that they threatened to kill my son if Hong didn’t cooperate. She also confirmed that the scam against me only moved forward after Luis Lui himself gave the green light; once they knew I had his business card, he said it was fine to target me since he didn’t know me or care who I was.
With this new information, and undeniable circumstantial evidence backing up what I’d already suspected, I spent a few days processing it; and then got furious. On December 15th, 2012, I sent a second email to Luis Lui (shown on the right below). Once again, no response.
His silence told me everything I needed to know: the man at the top never gets his hands dirty, never leaves a trace, and never acknowledges the lives he destroys. But I was done being silent. That’s when I decided to tell the whole story; no matter the risk.
Email #1
Email #2
Ten days after sending my second email, I decided to start texting Luis Lui directly. I used Skype to send international SMS messages, since my cell carrier couldn’t handle them at the time. I know the messages were delivered; Skype always notifies you if a message fails, but everyone I sent to Luis went through within 15 seconds. The texts echoed the same things I’d written in my emails: direct, accusatory, and impossible to misinterpret.
I never got a reply. I sent another SMS on January 10th, 2013, and three more on January 11th. Still nothing. That’s when I decided to call him; four times on the 11th. The phone just rang and rang, no voicemail (Macau cell service doesn’t use it), and after about 10 rings, I’d hang up and try again later. The next day, I called again, and this time, an answering service picked up. Either by coincidence or by design, Luis had set up a buffer to avoid my calls. I’m almost certain he just handed off that phone to the service and moved on.
Luis never replied to a single email, text, or phone call. If he wasn’t the Godfather, or if he had nothing to hide, you’d expect at least a “Who are you?” or some kind of denial. But there was nothing; total silence. That’s exactly how these people operate: they’re bold when they think nobody’s watching, but the moment you shine a light on them, they scatter and hide in the shadows. Cowards, every one of them; powerful only as long as nobody calls them out.
Back in 2012, I actually managed to hack the Triads myself. I started collecting tons of evidence about their operations, even if I didn’t immediately grasp the significance of some of their communications. One thing became clear fast: Hollywood gets Asian gangsters all wrong. The real bosses wear suits, blend in, and move through the world looking like legitimate businessmen. Luis Lui was the archetype; deeply involved in every illegal racket you can imagine, including organ trafficking, yet operating right out in the open.
Take his assistant, “Erling,” for example; using a Yahoo account for business, nothing flashy or suspicious on the surface. But the real story was in what Luis was buying: medical centers across Asia. He had zero background in medicine, but suddenly he’s snapping up clinics and building new ones. My reliable sources confirmed why: he was expanding his organ harvesting business. Hearts and kidneys alone fetch over $100,000 each on the black market. During the day, these clinics might look legitimate, but at night, they’d bring in disco-drugged, unconscious victims for illegal organ removal.
The Triads even used threats of organ harvesting as leverage. When my ex wasn’t cooperating, they told her they’d cut up and sell our son. She tried to warn me in a roundabout way, saying she was scared for our son because “they do this in Vietnam,” and she’d seen it on the news. Her fear was genuine. Someone had clearly threatened her.
I have solid contacts and email proof to back up these claims. Pay attention to the language in Erling’s emails; he even capitalizes “VERY” as a subtle signal, a wink to insiders that “Luis is powerful and can get anything approved.” On paper, Luis only owned a small Chinese restaurant, a travel agency, and a hair salon. But Erling’s tone made it clear: Luis was a powerhouse, and everyone in the loop knew it. No ordinary restaurant owner carries that kind of influence. You just have to read between the lines.
How I Came Up With The “Turd” Nickname For The Triads
I made the video below in late 2012 and sent it directly to Triad underling John Lam. Just for context; I actually went back to Asia twice after making and sending this video. If you’re still wondering why the Triads hate me as much as they do, this should make it pretty clear. Sometimes you have to put the truth right in their faces, even if it means painting a target on your own back. Honestly, looking back, I can’t help but laugh at how bold (or maybe reckless) I was. But someone had to stand up to them.
Most people would have counted their blessings and never looked back; but my story didn’t allow for that kind of easy ending. In 2014, I returned to Vietnam with my son, and, as you might expect, what happened next was a whole new chapter of chaos and survival.
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