Chapter 7:
Afterparty
The Dragon Head sat in his dark room picking his fingernails with a serrated knife. In silence he thought about his past, his present and his future. A man such as he had many regrets, one of which was the loss of his son to Heihachi, another was the loss of an obedient son. He sniffed the smoky air. The atmosphere always seemed thick behind the walls of the Red Triangle main hideout. This is all he got after years of loyal service to Mishima. He originally wanted to open a kwoon in the mainland but with influence from Mishima his martial arts school soon became a criminal syndicate. He carried out operations for Heihachi and in return gained funding for his faltering school.
A knock on the door disturbed his thought. "Come in." He called. In walked a serious looking man in a traditional black Chinese suit. He bowed his head.
"Sir, Liu is dead. It is likely that Lee killed him in a fight." The man's voice held no sign of emotion. "I always said he was too weak."
The Dragon Head growled. Why is Lee so stupid?
"That's it then. We kill Lee." He said simply. "We don't need a pest at a time like this. Go to the Xiang's restaurant, if he's not there capture whoever works there to lure him to us."
The man looked up. "Yes sir!" He walked out of the room and bumped into a tall man with sandy hair and sunglasses. Using his best English he said: "Oh. So sorry, tall guy." And left.
The American introduced himself to the Dragon Head. "I am Kenneth Mills 3rd Dan. You needed a hand?"
The Dragon Head smiled. "I have something special for you."
"Mishima Zaibatsu isn't so tough." The American grinned.
"No, no, no." The Dragon shook his bald head. "You and some others have a special task."
Lee's hair shone silver in the sun. He had got rid of the purple dye. Now he will show that Triad who he really is. Anger flowed through his body. Anger and confusion.
He had asked around and knocked a few heads to find out the whereabouts of a Red Triangle hideout. It wasn't the main one but it was a start.
Lee reached a heavy steel door in a dark alley. Rust crawled across the once shiny steel. Eye-height on the door was a black slit. Lee banged on the door loudly. After a moment a pair of dark eyes appeared in the slit.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Said a gruff voice.
Lee removed his shades and placed them in the pocket of his blue shirt.
"I am Choalan Lee and I want your leader." Lee explained.
"Choalan, huh?" The voice taunted. "Who's your daddy? The Dragon Head?" The voice laughed.
Lee was pissed. He jumped up and executed a spinning back-kick on the door. The rusty hinges exploded and the steel door was sent flying into the hideout along with the unfortunate doorman. Lee stepped onto the steel door, ignoring the yelps of pain below his feet.
Inside sat three swarthy individuals playing cards, behind them was an old wooden door. The air was full of cigarette smoke and stinking sweat. The men dropped their cards and stood up. "Get him!" The tallest one ordered. The two others ran towards Lee.
Lee side-kicked the first into the wall with a loud THWACK! The second threw a right-hook that Lee instinctively ducked. Lee grabbed the man's testicles and threw the man into the wall behind him. The man grabbed his balls in pain.
The tallest guy nodded his head and smiled. He threw his cigarette to the floor and raised his fists. Their eyes met. Lee stared into the soul of another anonymous scumbag. "Come on." Lee taunted.
The man leapt over the table. Before he touched the floor he was sent crashing back into the table with a spinning back-kick. The man lay in the smashed remains of a poker table holding his back in agony.
The cruddy brown door at the back of the dank room flew open to reveal a group of well-built men in white vests and black trousers. They breathed heavily and were soaked in sweat. The man at the front of the group pointed a finger at Lee. "Hey you, what the fuck are you doing?" He said sharply.
"I am Choalan Lee." Announced Lee. "Where is your leader?"
The man tilted his head back and laughed out loud. "The Dragon Head has only one son. That means you must be a bastard." The man looked back at his gang. "What are you waiting for? Go kick his ass!" He ordered.
The group ran forward screaming. One leapt with a side-kick at Lee. Lee simply axe-kicked him to the floor. The group halted their advance and looked at each other. Lee took the initiative and side-kicked the shortest man who flew into another guy with a crack.
"Where is the Dragon Head?" Lee's voice commanded.
Two of the remaining three looked at each other. "Let's get out of here!" They screamed and ran through the wooden door leaving the leader of the bunch.
"Worthless cowards." He sneered. "You're powerful and by your hair colour I'd say you were related to the Dragon Head."
"So I've been told." Said Lee. "Take me to him. I need to see him."
The man nodded. "I'll take you-." The man stopped still. He raised both his arms and stared behind Lee.
Lee turned around to see Mishima's Tekken forces aiming their rifles at him. He put his hands up.
"Move it." One of the mouthless masks ordered. A dozen armed men ran in the room checking the place out. One walked up to Lee and whacked him with the butt of his rifle. Lee blacked out.
Afterparty
The Dragon Head sat in his dark room picking his fingernails with a serrated knife. In silence he thought about his past, his present and his future. A man such as he had many regrets, one of which was the loss of his son to Heihachi, another was the loss of an obedient son. He sniffed the smoky air. The atmosphere always seemed thick behind the walls of the Red Triangle main hideout. This is all he got after years of loyal service to Mishima. He originally wanted to open a kwoon in the mainland but with influence from Mishima his martial arts school soon became a criminal syndicate. He carried out operations for Heihachi and in return gained funding for his faltering school.
A knock on the door disturbed his thought. "Come in." He called. In walked a serious looking man in a traditional black Chinese suit. He bowed his head.
"Sir, Liu is dead. It is likely that Lee killed him in a fight." The man's voice held no sign of emotion. "I always said he was too weak."
The Dragon Head growled. Why is Lee so stupid?
"That's it then. We kill Lee." He said simply. "We don't need a pest at a time like this. Go to the Xiang's restaurant, if he's not there capture whoever works there to lure him to us."
The man looked up. "Yes sir!" He walked out of the room and bumped into a tall man with sandy hair and sunglasses. Using his best English he said: "Oh. So sorry, tall guy." And left.
The American introduced himself to the Dragon Head. "I am Kenneth Mills 3rd Dan. You needed a hand?"
The Dragon Head smiled. "I have something special for you."
"Mishima Zaibatsu isn't so tough." The American grinned.
"No, no, no." The Dragon shook his bald head. "You and some others have a special task."
Lee's hair shone silver in the sun. He had got rid of the purple dye. Now he will show that Triad who he really is. Anger flowed through his body. Anger and confusion.
He had asked around and knocked a few heads to find out the whereabouts of a Red Triangle hideout. It wasn't the main one but it was a start.
Lee reached a heavy steel door in a dark alley. Rust crawled across the once shiny steel. Eye-height on the door was a black slit. Lee banged on the door loudly. After a moment a pair of dark eyes appeared in the slit.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Said a gruff voice.
Lee removed his shades and placed them in the pocket of his blue shirt.
"I am Choalan Lee and I want your leader." Lee explained.
"Choalan, huh?" The voice taunted. "Who's your daddy? The Dragon Head?" The voice laughed.
Lee was pissed. He jumped up and executed a spinning back-kick on the door. The rusty hinges exploded and the steel door was sent flying into the hideout along with the unfortunate doorman. Lee stepped onto the steel door, ignoring the yelps of pain below his feet.
Inside sat three swarthy individuals playing cards, behind them was an old wooden door. The air was full of cigarette smoke and stinking sweat. The men dropped their cards and stood up. "Get him!" The tallest one ordered. The two others ran towards Lee.
Lee side-kicked the first into the wall with a loud THWACK! The second threw a right-hook that Lee instinctively ducked. Lee grabbed the man's testicles and threw the man into the wall behind him. The man grabbed his balls in pain.
The tallest guy nodded his head and smiled. He threw his cigarette to the floor and raised his fists. Their eyes met. Lee stared into the soul of another anonymous scumbag. "Come on." Lee taunted.
The man leapt over the table. Before he touched the floor he was sent crashing back into the table with a spinning back-kick. The man lay in the smashed remains of a poker table holding his back in agony.
The cruddy brown door at the back of the dank room flew open to reveal a group of well-built men in white vests and black trousers. They breathed heavily and were soaked in sweat. The man at the front of the group pointed a finger at Lee. "Hey you, what the fuck are you doing?" He said sharply.
"I am Choalan Lee." Announced Lee. "Where is your leader?"
The man tilted his head back and laughed out loud. "The Dragon Head has only one son. That means you must be a bastard." The man looked back at his gang. "What are you waiting for? Go kick his ass!" He ordered.
The group ran forward screaming. One leapt with a side-kick at Lee. Lee simply axe-kicked him to the floor. The group halted their advance and looked at each other. Lee took the initiative and side-kicked the shortest man who flew into another guy with a crack.
"Where is the Dragon Head?" Lee's voice commanded.
Two of the remaining three looked at each other. "Let's get out of here!" They screamed and ran through the wooden door leaving the leader of the bunch.
"Worthless cowards." He sneered. "You're powerful and by your hair colour I'd say you were related to the Dragon Head."
"So I've been told." Said Lee. "Take me to him. I need to see him."
The man nodded. "I'll take you-." The man stopped still. He raised both his arms and stared behind Lee.
Lee turned around to see Mishima's Tekken forces aiming their rifles at him. He put his hands up.
"Move it." One of the mouthless masks ordered. A dozen armed men ran in the room checking the place out. One walked up to Lee and whacked him with the butt of his rifle. Lee blacked out.