The city looked even sleazier at night. With nothing but the flashing neon signs to light your way and the pools of water gathering on the floor mixing with the blood of the victims of the many bar brawls. One of the rowdiest pubs in the town was the Sun inn, owned by none other than gang boss Sun Jian, and right now sitting above the pub Sun Jian was seated in a smoke filled room having a particular awkward conversation with the rest of his family.
Sun Ce kicked over his chair and snarled angrily at Jian,
"What! You snivelling old man, you want him instead of me!"
"Ce sit down you're embarrassing yourself… now listen I know that you are my oldest son and that means you have the right to gain control of the east, however I feel that Quan would be able to manage it better"
Sun Ce looked disgusted, he shook his head "so what? That's it? Quan gets the job.
At this Jian's daughter, Shang Xiang jumped to her feet flinging her hands out angrily "At least you had a chance, no one even considered me!"
"Shut up! Both of you" Drawled Quan getting lazily to his feet, "Pa has chosen his successor, bad luck, you lose.
Sun Jian hated to have to do this; ever since his wife had died he had felt as if their whole family had drifted apart, but he knew what was best for the Sun district and he knew Quan would manage expertly. Jian crossed to the window and looked through the streaky paned glass to the road beneath. He wished he could slip through the glass and leave this room, this town for now, forever. He sighed deeply as he saw yet another man get thrown through the window of the Sun Inn, his blood making a pink cocktail in the surrounding rain water. Jian's life had not been an easy one, constant fighting with the other gangs in the other area had caused Jian to age quickly deep lines cascading their way down Jian's face like tear drops.
There was a sudden loud noise and yet another of the Sun Inn's windows was broken. But that was the least of Jian's worries; He heard Shang Xiang scream and tried to turn to her but slipped to the floor. Ce and Quan rushed over to him turning him over. Jian found it harder to breath all he could see was Quan and Ce attempting to bandage his chest. Quan grabbed the gun from his pocket and hurried to the smashed window Jian had been looking from. He raised the gun and fired twice, Jian did not know what he had hoped to hit. Shang Xiang began to cry, crystal tears gliding across her face. Jian wished to comfort her but he couldn't quite lift his arms. Jian felt so sleepy, but he knew he should stay awake, his eyelids felt like they were holding up Dumbbells. Perhaps just five minutes rest…
Sun Shang Xiang looked at the floor and wiped the tears furiously from her eyes, she didn't cry, not even for her father's death, Quan would take over, or maybe Ce, but Shang Xiang, not much would change for her. But she knew one thing; she would exact her revenge on this assassin. It would take a long time to find him and then well she knew what to do.
Sun Ce lowered the body of his dead father to the floor. Well now he was an orphan, he looked to Quan, who was still gazing desperately out the window; Ce knew he wouldn't find anything. Quan was foolish to continue looking. Quan was foolish. Quan couldn't stand a chance of running the famous Sun gang. Ce would have to replace him, whether Quan accepted or not.
Sun Quan lowered the gun slowly and then pocketed it. He turned round again to look to his siblings; he gave one last sad look to his father and then grinningly remarked, "So I guess I'm in charge."
The others looked to him angrily.
