I had some inspiration...Yay XD

Two hours passed and Chun Li didn't hear a single banging of the door or the eerie sound of a smoke bomb hissing throughout her hotel bedroom. She had been certain outburst had made the Shadaloo leader horny…Or at least, vaguely tempted to kidnap her there.

Turning the VPN service on, she began to search any kind of Shadaloo activity throughout the news. Apart from a few punctual cybernetic attacks to the UN and NATO headquarters, there was no singular abduction, or the typical hostile company takeover by one of Shadaloo's legal subsidiaries.

It was only at eleven past ten when she found that three of the most expensive SPA cosmetic companies in Hong Kong had been recently sold. One of these Chun Li had known the owner. The woman was a middle-aged and brave woman who had married the owner. The man had suffered constant threats during the 1990s, especially since he refused to host Yakuza and Chinese Triads.

After numerous assassination attempts, the man had disappeared mysteriously in 1998, only a few months before China was given the territory by the British. Ever since, the woman had inherited the SPA and she had held it firmly with an iron fist.

Chun Li couldn't believe Mrs. Guo had given up her husband's old and luxurious spa.

She shook her head while wincing. Xuo Jiu Guo was a strong woman, born in the 1970s. She couldn't have been pressured by her husband's death to give up…Then, Chun Li recalled Tai Yu, Mrs. Guo's only daughter. The little girl was only five years old.

Taking a thin brush and combing through the many tabloids, Chun Li found the source of worry. Mrs. Guo and her daughter had been found accompanying a handsome man to a classic concerto in Hong Kong's opera.

Tai Yu's hair was done in a simple bun. She appeared uncomfortable on her white and pinkish western designer dress. Her sleepy face, captured by the tabloid' camera, told the little Cantonese girl wanted nothing more than head to her bed. Yet, Chun Li suspected the middle-aged Guo had brought her five year old as a third wheel.

The man's face was blurred out. The tabloid had a tiny subtitle explaining Mrs. Guo had begged the press not to post pictures of the man.

'Don't worry, Mrs. Guo…I can help you…' Chun Li said to herself as she began to copy-paste all those findings into a document file. Afterwards, she e-mailed one of the most preeminent independent newspapers' editors in Asia, the "Freedom Forward", a deceptively "leftist" group comprised of American Born Chinese, Koreans and Japanese.

She could be taken seriously by sneaking into that SPA. Then again, that package had the words "it's a trap" written all over it. It was not literally…Many of the proeminent Shadaloo top figures in mainland China didn't loathe Chun Li. However, they didn't view her as a valuable asset either. While their "head honcho" had attempted to make her an automated, cold-hearted soldier, the Chinese sector of Shadaloo viewed Chun Li as a target, and most of all, a nuisance. Neither of those sexist criminals would ever try to lure her. It was far too complex and cheesy for them.

'They won't even waste their money with me… last assassination attempts I remember the guys tried to shoot me from a random SUV Citröen with automatic weapons.' She said to herself while making another tea, this time of chamomile.

Opening one bowl of instant noodles she poured the steaming hot water laying next to the teapot and poured it over to the bowl. It was such a nostalgic smell.

She truly had no patience whatsoever for fighting crime. Freedom Forward could investigate that strange takeover.

Why would that psychopath have any interest in buying three Hong Kong spas? It makes no sense…Sure, there are a ton of people who visit the bath-houses but these are mostly elderly people. The cost is about hundred dollars the normal pack. Sure, it's expensive, but it's not the profitable, European spas in France or in Portugal.

Placing one arm above her shoulder, Chun Li poured the steaming tea into a mug.

Nothing like doing her own food to help her calm down. The chamomile tea exhaled a soft, bitter perfume.

Mrs. Guo fearful look from the last time they met seemed to haunt her.

As Chun Li was about to lay down for a little, instant noodles and the teacup in both hands, the doorbell rang.

Immediately placing both the food and the drink on the small island table, the police officer took her gun and raced to behind the door.

It's almost they're doing this on purpose, whoever they are!

Looking for a small opening, she peeped from the small screen all hotel bedrooms had.

There was the image of a fidgeting five year old. Her hair was disheveled. A small scratch on her right feet denoted how she had run like her very life depended on it. She was trembling.

'Miss Officer!' She whimpered in English.

There was no mistaking the tiny voice. This was Tai Yu. How on earth had the little girl sneaked into the old hotel? Chun Li furrowed one eyebrow, inhaling deeply. This could be another trap. She knew perfectly well Bison wouldn't hesitate to use a child to get what he wanted. The very thought of that image made her sick to the stomach. Tightening her hold on the Walther P99, she loaded the weapon, a skeptical look on her face.

'Tai Yu! Are you on your own?! Answer to me!'

'Yes! Yes! Miss Officer...Miss Officer, I'm on my own!'

She couldn't look closer to the camera, or whoever was there with the girl could blow the camera. That would only frighten the girl even more.

Pinpointing a blind angle where the men could be holding the girl, Chun Li made a small scheme - she could tear the door open, disarm one man with one kick while shooting the other...Or there could be only man. However, she doubted it.

From the other side of the wall, in the corridor, she could hear footsteps.

Tai Yu was alone.

'Tai Yu... I'll open the door, then shove you back to my bedroom. Cover yourself.' She spoke aloud to the little girl. 'Can you do this for me?'

'Ye-Yes!'

'Now!'

Opening the door, Chun Li shoved with the best strength she could find the five year old to her bed. Tai Yu propelled herself in the air, jumping to the bed. The police officer was somewhat proud of the little girl.

Aiming the weapon to anyone who would dare take the girl, she snarled.

'Come at me, fuckers...'