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Xun Yu Zhong [1] Resurrected Dragon Head. King 14k. Tormentor Of/Tormented By Shaya Kim.
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Sick fantasies of death and turmoil twirled against the very fibers which held Xun's sanity together as bullets settled quickly into the barrel of the gun. Cocked and ready. He had placed it into a fine leather holster that hung loosely beneath his jacket
A young henchmen had carefully knocked against the wooden door frame of the Dragon Head's room. Still green behind the ears, and too curious to see that he had sold his soul to the devil, himself. The boy was more than likely a 49er attempting to make his way up the rung. His bow was deep, his eyes settled upon the floor. " You wanted to see me, Dailo ? " Xun had turned just slightly to address the childlike soldier. " I want you to get a hold of Jing. He's been out partying for too long and has forgotten his place. I need you to remind him that I am still in power. " The boy's eyes widened. " Oh, and tell him that if he doesn't report immediately back that his job will be your's. "
"...Yes, Dailo... " Imminent fear swallowed the young man's insides and his face had paled but he was obedient enough to carry out those orders, even if the Red Pole would more than likely break his jaw. Heavy footsteps carried him away, leaving Xun alone with his own wicked thoughts and desires.
Lazy enforcer. Jing had been slacking. His aptitude for anything related to the job had been blurred by loose women and alcohol. Too much money lined those expensive linen pockets, and pride had gotten bigger than honor. Xun had never lost track of what was right in front of his nose, but his second in command had. Extensive history would have been the only thing keeping the two together. That and the fact that when pushed to an edge, Jing could perform. The Dailo had plans for that.
It was then that he had also exited the bedroom area, and descended the stairs on the way. A glistening chandelier adorned a spacious entry way as hired help warily walked on egg shells around him. One of the maids had almost dropped one of the pictures of Shaya on the mantle.
" Careful, bitch. That picture is worth more than your life. " He retorted, coldly.
Anyone who knew Xun, also knew that he always meant what he said.
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