In Hong Kong, China, the many city lights illuminated the night, but one building shone more brightly; the beautiful, white three-story mansion behind a large brick wall, and a dragon-designed gate in front. On the underground floor, hidden behind a door, many bulky men dressed in black uniforms stood against the door and into a room filled with red paint, red carpet, and gold dragon statues surrounding the room. One man, with a young and handsome appearance, stood next to a redwood polished desk, with an older man next to him with a cigar in his hand.
Another guard knocked on the door and opened it. "Xiānsheng Guan, a...Fù Ping is here."
The man with the cigar burns it on the ashtray, and puts out his last smoke for today. He made a specific hand gesture, meaning to send him in. The guard opened the door slowly as men walked inside. In front, an Asian man in a white suit, and a blond devillock hairstyle. walked in, but was put back by one of the bodyguards, checking his and his guards' bodies for weapons of some sort. The men raised their arms as the men checked them, and as the guard stopped, the man lowered his arms, and walked towards the desk as if he was suave.
A rather raspy voice in a Hong Kong accent came out of his mouth. "Guan Long-Wei, my brotha. I see your son has became a grown man...."
"Let's cut to the chase, because your wasting fucking time right now." a rather deep, and mature voice interrupted.
"Hey, I thought we were friends."
"Just because I'm doing business with you doesn't mean we are acquaintances."
"Well, I got the moolah. You got the snow?"
The man behind the desk snapped his fingers as one of his guards came with a black leather briefcase. In response, the blonde-haired man smiled and snapped his fingers, trying to mock the other man, as his guard came with his suitcase. Guan Long-Wei glared at Fù Ping. Both guards placed their suitcases on the table, as both of the men opened their suitcases, looking at them for a minute, and closing them at the same time.
As soon as they closed them, the guard at the door opened the door, "Xiānsheng Guan, your daughter is here."
Both men hid their suitcases: Guan Long-Wei's under the desk, while Fù Ping quickly passed his suitcase to his guard. When everything was situated, Guan Long-Wei waved his hand, before the guard opened the door fully.
Through the door was a beautiful, exotic woman dressed in a black, long qipao dress in silk, walking gracefully towards the desk. She stopped, looking directly to her notorious father with her bright green eyes.
"What is it, my sweet Jasmine?", the father said in a rather calm, and pleasant voice.
"Mother wanted me to tell you...that dinner is ready.", the woman replied elegantly.
The father nodded and replied, "Thank you for the news. Tell her I'll be there in a minute.'
Jasmine looked at her brother, who stood there with a masculine look, as if he was to be feared. He wasn't her friend. He wasn't her brother anymore. Just the devil in a young man's body. Her eyes moved back to her father, nodding to him, before turning around, and walking towards the door. She looked at Fù Ping's guards before she exited.
"Well, it seems you have your family all in your trade activities.", Fù Ping exclaimed as Jasmine exited the door.
"To correct you, all of our business is just business. My family is also mine, but not yours, and remember that." Guan Long-Wei replied.
In Berlin, Germany, a mansion, with three beautiful Rolls Royce cars parked in the front yard, stood out from the rest of the city. Inside the mansion was a Butler, around his 60s, dusting the place, and a woman sleeping on her king-sized bed, wearing nothing, but red bra and panties. The time was 07:59:53 on the clock. The time moved to 54 seconds...55 seconds...56.....57....58....59....The alarm rang loudly. The woman in the bed woke up,, raised from her bed, and turned off her alarm. Today was the day to go to the airport, leading to the tournament.Today was the day where she'll assassinate the crime lord who killed her father.
Her butler walked past the door.
"Good morning, Aksel.", she said in a relaxed manner.
"Good morning, Ms. Helene. Pleasant day, isn't it?
"It sure is."
She turned on her stereo, listening to the seductive electro trance "
Rolvario-Orgasm (Original Mix), turning the stereo up fill blast. She began to unbutton her bra, until she looked at Aksel. "Don't act like you haven't seen me nude before."
All Aksel did was smile, and close the bedroom door. Inside the bedroom, Helene stripped out of all of her clothes, and walked towards the bathroom, dancing, as she turned on her shower, and entered.
After getting out of her shower 30 minutes later, wearing nothing but a towel, she put on her a black thong, before putting on her suit, and her waist belt. Her suitcases had already been packed yesterday, so she picked them up, turned off her stereo, grabbed her keys, and her envelope containing the tickets, and walked out of her bedroom.
"Would you like some help with your bags, miss?", Aksel said to her.
"No, but thank you for asking.", she replied as she turned to him, "While I'm gone, I want you to watch this house like an eagle, and when someone doesn't knock, or comes in the wrong way....you know what to do. Feed them to the vultures. See you later."
She turned towards the steps, walking down, and strolled outside the mansion doors. She walked to one of her 2040 Rolls Royces (a dark black once). She put her suitcases in the back, and entered the car. She looked inside the envelope at the picture of her target (Guan Long-Wei), gluing that picture into her head, full of anger and revenge, before placing it in her glove compartment, and turning the ignition, driving 90 mph from her mansion, to the city miles away, directly to the airport.