Wong Yun Fat regained consciousness in, it seemed, the place where this had all began: a hospital. Standing around him was yet another doctor and Urube, disguised by a wig and a false nose. The doctor merely looked annoyed, as if he had other patients to care for.

"I must leave temporarily, Mr. Wong. Your injuries are all minor at best, so you will be able to leave today." The doctor left Wong and Urube alone, and Wong instantly got up.

"What'd I miss?"

Urube merely chuckled at Wong's almost childlike impatience. "That Mao guy's already dead. Died while they were bringing him back here. As for everything else, the police did indeed find a piece of jewelry which should prove to be most interesting.. it's the wedding ring of Mayor Tseng's main bodyguard." Wong nodded in satisfaction.

"Excellent."

Four weeks later

For nearly two weeks, Wong Yun Fat found sleep robbed from him. The tallying of the votes (the election was of course held fifteen days ago) was as slow a process as ever, and this was taking quite it's toll on Wong. As he sat on the veranda, eating pocky and sipping coffee, the boy that delivered newspapers pedaled up, tossing the day's contents onto his table, nearly spilling his coffee. Wong unwrapped the paper with trembling hands and read the headline in complete numbness. "Wong Yun Fatt wins by a landslide!" declared the front page in seventy-two point font.

In that instant, Wong could not move. He could not breathe. Then he screamed in joy and glee, no doubt awakening poor Urube. (though at the moment he found he really didn't care) Reading on, Wong learned exactly what he had figured. The police had indeed found the ring at the crime scene, and had found DNA evidence as well. Though no charges had been filed, Wong was fairly certain that Mayor... former Mayor Tseng had decided his days of holding office were over. His thoughts were interrupted by a gruff, grouchy voice.

"Nice of you to wake me..."

Urube stood in the doorway to his kitchen, wearing his nightclothes and scratching his head grouchily. Wong merely smirked at his comrade.

"Do I even need to tell you?" asked Wong proudly.

Urube fumbled for the coffee and began to make himself a cup, grunting in response. Wong slid the paper across the table and went upstairs to get cleaned up, as he did look pretty bad... then again, going for weeks with barely any sleep tends to do that to people.

When Wong descended again, Urube was dressed as well, and was now perusing the comics. As he saw Wong, he grinned. "Going to your big inauguration?" Wong sat down and grinned broadly, unwrapping his usual candy bar and eating.

"Your plan truly was ingenious.." remarked Wong. "Even I'm surprised that you were able to pull it off."

Urube's grin winded further. "I have a bit of experience in this sort of thing, I'm not one of your nameless minions." Wong chuckled briefly, then turned to face Urube, his voice serious once more.

"Don't think that our fight is already over... in fact, one could say it hasn't even begun..."

Urube looked at Wong as though he were a bit soft in the head, then took another drink of his coffee.

"You're just being paranoid... what could the mayor possibly pull now?"

Wong rolled his eyes, not too surprised at Urube's ignorance. "Not him, I meant that annoying Shuffle Alliance." Urube's eyes widened in realization, and he finished off his coffee.

"Do you think they could still be a thorn in our plans? One would think that after the Devil Gundam mess, they would have hung up their hats." Even as Urube spoke, Wong consulted a laptop computer, barely the size of a cellular phone.

"Hmmm.... the Black Joker, Argo Gulskii, has been missing ever since the incident ended. So is his warden, that Nastasha goon. They'll not be a problem, that's for sure." Urube now turned his attentions towards Wong's coffee, listening attentively.

"The Jack of Diamonds and Club Ace, George de Sand and Sai Sici respectively, won't be a problem for us either... George has been appointed ambassador of Neo France, and Sai Sici is in the midst of a fierce legal battle with his monks... seems they kept all the money he earned from the gundam fights for themselves."

"As for the other two?" asked Urube.

"The Queen of Spades, Chibodee Crockett, is dead. He was gunned down during an autograph signing event by a fanatical member of the Black Panthers."

Urube laughed at this revelation, coffee coming out of his nose and spilling out dangerously close to Wong.

"Hey! Watch it!" remarked Wong, pulling back.

Urube wiped away his tears of laughter, still giggling "I know...but still..."

Wong merely sipped at the bare remnants of his coffee, his face turning more grim.

"However, he is still around... the King of Hearts..."

Urube's fists clenched at the mention of Domon Kasshu, as he usually did. "What do you intend to do about him?" he managed to ask.

Wong shrugged off the question, not wanting to admit that he was unsure himself.

"I suppose that, for the moment at least, it's his move."

Later that day

Standing before a crowd of listeners hanging on his every word, Wong was in his element. He had always had a gift for public speaking, and it was at times like this that he put them to good use. Though mayor was a long way from his old position as Prime Minister, it was a start. Urube was behind him, arms folded, wearing a clever disguise and looking down at the crowd. Since Wong had been "attacked", he had been able to pass Urube off as a bodyguard without too much scrutiny; before it would have looked suspicious.

"This victory would not have been possible without you, the people. This is not my victory... indeed, it is your victory! Yes, your victory, victory in ridding yourselves of a corrupt and flawed public official!" declared Wong, an almost grandiose air to his words. As the crowd heartily applauded Wong's rhetoric, a sole voice spoke up from the crowd.

"You people have just traded one corrupt official for another!"

Wong's eyes narrowed, recognizing the voice.

So, he's finally come.

Sure enough, Domon Kasshu leapt from the crowd to stand atop one of the nearby press vans. Below him in the crowd was his wife, Rain Mikamura. Domon wasted no time in speaking, as it was obvious what he had come all the way to Neo Hong Kong for.

"As gundam fight champion, I dealt with Wong Yun Fat in the 13th gundam fight! He's a lying, back-stabbing jerk who sold you all out to the Devil Gundam!" Wong looked back slightly, and Urube wisely stepped behind the curtain before Domon could notice him. The disguise might hide his identity, but better safe than sorry. Wong then turned to Domon, knowing equal accusations would not earn him the favor of the crowd.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, gundam fighter..." he said, well aware than no one in the audience save for himself, Domon, Rain, and Urube had any idea what the Devil Gundam was.

"You filthy liar! It makes me sick to look at you!" Domon shouted at Wong, loudly enough for everyone present to hear his words.

"I do not know why you bear me such a grudge." replied Wong calmly. "I have served the public well for years, but if you have a grievance we could always talk about it personally sometime..." Wong then paused to give the audience a perfectly innocent, confused look, a "What did I do?" look that no doubt earned him points with the crowd despite Domon's high popularity; the crowd was looking from him to Domon in wary tension.

"Enough of your talk! I demand you step down right now, Wong! I won't let you get away with this!" Wong then smiled softly at Domon, a look that was simultaneously mocking and understanding.

"Now Mr. Domon... this was a fair election, and the public have chosen to restore me to power."

Domon seemed barely able to control his urge to leap onto the stage and begin beating Wong to a pulp, which he was perfectly capable of doing. He then snapped his fingers, and a huge shadow loomed overhead; the shadow of Domon's infamous God Gundam. Wong clenched his teeth; this would be the hardest part. He had no defenses whatsoever; at this point Domon had all the power... with the exception of the people, perhaps. Domon leaped up, landing in the God Gundam's outstretched palm.

"Don't make me hurt you, Wong... you should have died with Urube and the Devil Gundam." Wong allowed himself to smirk blatantly, ever defiant.

"If that is your wish, then kill me now Domon Kasshu. For I would give my life if necessary to defend the people, and if you kill me then no doubt I am a threat to the people." He held his arms out defiantly, and the crowd gave him a cheer. It was then that Domon realized the true genius of Wong's plan: he was indeed defenseless, but to kill him here and now would be to turn him into a martyr and forever lose the support of the masses.

For what seemed an eternity, the God Gundam hovered over the crowd and stage, immensely powerful, fist clenched to crush Wong like a bug. Then Rain leapt up into the God Gundam's palm, and starting talking quietly to Domon. Since they were so high up, no one below could hear their words, but as they spoke the crowd could see Domon's fury transform to frustration and reluctant acceptance. Without another word, the God Gundam and it's passengers took off into the sky. Wong watched them go, a confident smirk emerging over his usually calm features.

Domon Kasshu... I'm certain I haven't seen the last of him yet. However, he will now have to fight me in a way foreign to him, and I am far more adept on this battlefield than he.