(AN: Hello Fellow readers. SirRedFox here posting a new installment of "The Good, The Bad, and The Wilde." First off, if you're reading this, YOU'RE AWESOME! And, thank you.

Quick Update: I'm still working hard on this story and will be releasing three other chapters very soon. I've been working on several FanFics. So, sorry for the long wait, but I've finally released five chapters of The Long Hustle vol. 2. It's gotten a lot of good comments to which I thank you all. I got a new editing system that I hope will really improve my writing.

In the Previous Installment: We got to see what exactly happened to Stu on his trip and how he barely survivied the ordeal.

So enjoy this new chapter of "The Good, The Bad, and The Wilde." And please, fill free to leave a review or comment. Thank you.)

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Ch. 5, Den of the Red Dragon:

"It is in the East, the sun rises so our stories can begin.
But it is here, in the West, the sun sets so our stories may end."
- Shanghai Noon, 2000

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Deputy Bogo's eyes opened, which were bloodshot and dilated, his head had become light and hazed, trying to remember where he was. The room he found himself in was illuminated in a color of blood-red, made it hard to make out what was right in front of his face. The room had filled with an aroma mist, giving off several different smells of burnt incense. This made the room humid, hot, and a little hard to breathe. The feel of sweat running down his face. His mind seemed to be in a constant state of turned on and off from reality.

His memory was coming back to him in bits and pieces. Ever since being knocked out by the horse of that damn fox, his head had constant bursts of pain. He came to the Rainforest District of Zootopia, in hopes of finding some kind of miracle cure. The majority of residents in the Rainforest District were mammals that had come from the far east, and with them mysterious herbs and concoctions he had no knowledge of what they could be.

The roads caked with mud, crowded, and busy with the hustle and bustle of mammals constructing shops and homes. Bogo would have to duck his head to avoid running into bamboo ladders moving from one side of the street to the other. Most of the buildings were only half way built. The only building that was fully constructed was the Den of the Red Dragon.

The building was two stories tall with the swinging wooden doors to the entrance splattered with red and green paint. The biggest eye catcher on the building was the large-wooden carved red serpent-like dragon. It's bodycurved in a "S" shape, like a snake. It had lizard like feet and claws. The head and body was painted red and the long catfish whiskers paint black. Then there where the yellow bulging bug-eyes it had, with black slits for pupils like that of a cat. Looking at the dragon made Bogo feel unease.

Inside, the building was dimly lit. Female red panda's, in skimpy lose robes made of silk they called Kimonos, served mammals, mostly males, to their delight. They showed the patrons how to ground up their far eastern herbs and how it should be smoked. The herbs they bring are better than any tobacco plant. The herbs had the power to rid the smoker any problems of the body and minds, which was exactly what Bogo wanted.

The room that Bogo resided in had thin-red-netted shades on the windows, painting the whole room red with the sun-light. There was no furniture to take up space, but the floor was littered with throw-pillows. His head rested on a pillow which was between the legs of a female red panda. Lifting his head up and look across the room, he could see another female red panda giving the same service to a black timber wolf.

The soft smooth touch of the red panda's paw against his forehead, where she wiped the sweat away gave Bogo a sense of joy. She wore a red-silk woven kimono, and she wore it very lose. She was small and thin compared to Bogo's water bufflo size. Looking at her, his mind draws a blank. He knows that she told him her name, but now remembers nothing.

She continued to, so gently, pat the sweat from his brow. At times she would stick her other paw down his shirt where the top three buttons were unbuttoned, and rub the thick fur on his chest which glistened by his sweat. It gave Bogo a relaxed, but slow ecstatic feeling going up and down his body.

The red panda reached over and held up a pipe for him to smoke. The bowl at the end of the pipe still burned what ever herbs she had put in. "Smoke..." she said, putting the mouth of the pipe to his lips. Bogo breathed in the burning herbs and blew out a puff of smoke.

Sweat gathered on his head. Bogo inhaled huffs of breath, stating he could not breathe and that the room was twisting and turning. He grabbed a clump of fabric from the red panda's kimono. The image of his father, The Sheriff, popped into his head. He wanted to fight the thought of his father away, tears coming to his eyes. The ceiling started to spiral into a dark void, and from that void Bogo watched as his own self stepped out. The projection of himself walked slowly toward him.

"No." He twist and turn, wanting to escape his own image, but no matter what it continued to walk toward him and increasing in size. Watching as his own image morphed into his father before his own eyes. The scoll on his father made on his face, with the sliced on his upper lip. His father reached out to grab him. From behind he saw the Red Dragon. The same Red Dragon outside on the building's sign. The Red Dragon ignited the void in flames. Bogo could feel the heat the flames gave off. The image of his father caught fire. The fur and flesh on his stretched out arm burned away, revealing his boney finger. Next, the flames peeled back his father's face, revealing his skull.

Bogo jumped up in fright, wanting to scream. The red panda shushed him to be quiet. She had him lie his head back down on the pillow between her legs. Leaning down, kissing his forehead, she made Bogo want to be closer to her and never wanting her to stop. "No worry" she said. Figured she still had not grasped the English language yet. Just the few basic words: No, yes, worry, smoke, good, make, happy, to be able to work at Den of the Red Dragon. "Smoke. No Worry" she said again holding the pipe to his lips.

Bogo wanted to refuse the pipe, but she kept insisting. She held up the pipe and Bogo inhaled. This time, before blowing out the smoke, the red panda performed what is known as "Kissing the Dragon." Before Bogo exhales the burning herbs from his lungs, the red panda gave him a kiss on the mouth and breathes in everything Bogo had inhaled. Then she finished by exhaling the smoke through her nostrils where the smoke came out in thin waved lines, looking like the whiskers on the dragon outside.

Bogo smiled up at her. Never had he seen a more beautiful face. A goddess from across the seas.

The door to the room busted open with a loud 'WACK!' and 'CRACK!' as splinters of wood from the door flew everywhere. Bogo looked to see what all the commotion was about. The hard clicking sound of someones boots on the wooden floor as they entered. Their standing at the broken doorway was The Sheriff, or rather his father.

'He's not really there,' Bogo thought. 'It's just another illusion. He's not really there.'

His father was standing over him and sent down a hard slap across Bogo's face. He felt the pain of the slap ripple across his face. He scrambled backwards and knocked the red panda to the side. She complainied and shouted in her native tongue. Bogo had no time to deal with her. He was too busy trying to gather himself and find his boots and hat, but his mind was such in a cloudy haze. His limbs like rubber, unable to support him. He heard the spurs on his father's boots approaching him with haste.

Bogo's father purposely kicked over the candles and incense bowls, causing a huge mess. The red panda started shouting louder and pointed her finger at him. Bogo still had trouble getting up, and his father now shadowed over him.

"Shut up!" His dad yelled at the red panda and pointing a finger directly at her. He turns back to Bogo who didn't know what to say or do. "Get up" his father demanded. Bogo nodded his head and tried grasping the wall for support. Trying to get up at his own pace was too slow for his Sheriff father. "I said, 'Get Up!'" his father shouted with his booming voice. Bogo felt his father's iron grip clutch the back of his shirt and haul him off the ground. With a hard push Bogo went flying and stumbling out, hitting the wall across from the door way.

Bogo held himself against the wall. All he wanted to do at this point was clutched the wall, it was keeping him anchored and not passing out. All his senses came back to him. 'How the hell did he know where I was?' Bogo thought. 'Clawhouser! It had to be Clawhouser, that fat cheetah, snitched on him.' Which would bring down the force of thunder aboun him, once his father found him inside the Den of the Red Dragon.

From the broken-doorway, his boots shot out one at a time, hitting him in his gut. Bogo leaned down to grab them, but too hard of a task to pull off. He knew that his boots where right there at his feet, but as if they had fallen into a black pit that he couldn't reach down into. One last item his father threw at him was his hat, which he was able to catch before it hit the ground. He heard the loud click of his father's spurs coming for him again.

His father shoved him up right against the wall and leaned down. He picked up his boots for him, only to have them be slapped hard against his chest to hold. Sheriff Bogo grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him up right. Bogo tried keeping up with his father but kept stumpling behind. If it wasn't for his dad holding tight to his shirt collar, he would have fallen several times by now.

Like last time his dad tosses him forward, where he slamed against the wall. Bogo could see he was right by the staircase leading down. It was only a couple feet of stairs, but in his current state they might as well be stairs carved into a mountain leading down. Bogo turned around to face his father who greeted him with a fast and hard back hand slap across the face. The force of the slap shifted his weight and made him loose his footing and went tumbling down the staircase.

Every part of his tumbling body that hit the stairs made the wood crack and break. He puked on himself. Crashing down the staircase he thought it would never end until he felt, first his head then his back, smash into some solid object and breaking it into a million pieces. Finally his head hit hard the wall facing the stairs.

Everything around him, the whole world spun around in circles and sweat running down his face and neck. Loud shouting came from somewhere. He didn't know who it was, because they weren't speaking in English. The spinning world was coming to a stop. It appeared he was lucky enough to land right side up, leaning against the wall, a bit of luck he guess. To his left and right were two big rooms housing several different mammals, the biggest being an elephant and the smallest a chipmunk, at least from what he saw. The mammals all sat or lied around in a circle, each smoking from a pipe that was attached to a bowl where burning herbs could be inhaled by several mammals at once, a hookah he believed is what they call it. They all smoked the same herbs he had smoked upstairs, only they did not have the service of a beautiful female red panda to cater there needs.

Looking up, he could see his father stomping down the steps to him, but notice the object he smashed into on his way down was the corner post for the stairs. The loud angery shouting was coming from a female panda. It was the owner's wife to the Den of the Red Dragon. She pointed her finger and kept shouting at his father. "Yeah, yeah! I hear your squawking, Goddamnit!" his father said to the female panda he met at the end of the stairs. His dad held up his own hand and was opening and closing it, as mimicking to the loud female panda in front of him. He must have gotten tired of the sounds coming out of her mouth, because his father put his whole hand on her face and shoved her down on to a cushioned couch. This caught the lady panda off guard and shocked her. Before she could get up and start yelling again, her husband and owner of the Den, Mr. Wu, ran and stood between her and his father.

"No. No. No trouble" Wu said. He tried holding back his wife from hitting the Sheriff. His father in conversation with the owner, Bogo thought this be the oppurnity to put his goddamn boots back on. "No trouble" Mr. Wu said again. "We do nothing. You, wreck our business. We no trouble."

"Let me tell you what my business is, Wu" his father said, then grabbed Chang's shirt collar, to bring him in close. "All sorts of mammals, big and small, come in here but not all of them leave, am I right? I know your hiding a stack of bodies some where and part of me believes it has something to do with whatever goddamn herb or poison you brought over seas and have them smoke." His father snatched the pouch tucked into Wu's belt and out its contents. Wu shouted a few more 'No's at his father.

"Now, a lot of those damn Zoo Rangers in their blue scrafs come into this Den, and the ones that never leave I assum you took care of in your own way. But I'm willing to turn a blind eye to that because one less Zoo Ranger is better for the city. I'm sure sooner or later the mayor will want to know where these rangers have disappeared to. So, I can say, I'm not sure, or I can come back here and have you show me where the bodies are, even if you have to crawl there."

Mr. Wu was trying to stand tall to his father, looking him dead in the eye. "Also, If I ever come back here and find you serving him," his father, pointing down at him. "I'm first going to throw him off the balcony. Then I'm going to take your black and white ass and throw you off the roof. You got that?" His father brought Mr. Wu closer to his face.

There was silence in the air. At a slow pace, Wu nodded his head. "No trouble. Not welcome" he said and pointed down at his son. "No trouble." Mr. Wu cupped his paws together and did a slight bowed to his father.

"Better believe it" Bogo's father said and let Wu go. He now saw his father turn all his rage and anger back on him. His father gave him two quick slaps across the face and head. "Get the hell up."

Bogo gets to his feet and stumbles to the exit. Before he even reaches for the double swinging doors, he gets a hard push from his father sending him flying out the door. Bogo stumbled and fell hard on the muddy streets of the Rainforest Disrict.

Bogo feels his fathers iron grip on the back of his neck as he is dragged over to the horse troff and had his head pushed down into the merky water. Bogo held his breath and tried to break away from his father's grip. His father lifted his head out of the water for Bogo to gasp one quick breath before plunging his head back into the troff water. What seemed like minutes go by were merely seconds. Bogo kicked and struggled for his father's release. He could feel his lungs realse air from his body, only to be replaced with water filling his lungs. At last his father pulled his sons head out of the water and threw him back on to the ground. Bogo coughed and spat out the water in his throat.

"Well, are you all their now?" his father asked. Bogo nodded his head, he was still gasping for air. "Good" his father said in a stern voice. "Now you want to tell what the hell you were doing in there?"

"I...thought... they might... have something. For my head" Bogo said, a bit sluggish and wanting to catch his breath, as he tapped the side of his head. "Ever since I got clocked in the head by that mustang near Swearinnger Inn, when we..."

"No. Not we. You," his father said. "When you decided to gather a posse, most being Zoo Rangers, to try and catch one single criminal. Which you failed at." His fathers words were painfull stings to hear. "If you would have come to me first, then perhaps things would've gone different, better even. Instead of going off half cocked and making a mess of everything. Now, I have to deal with the Mayor on all this."

"I..." Bogo finding his courage to speak to his father, "only wanted to impress you."

"Impress me?" His father shook his head. "So far the only thing you've done to impress me is that you took your badge off before going into that death trap of a place," pointing to the entrance of the Den. "If word got out that the city's first deputy was here, its all the Mayor and that little assistant of his needs to close the station and be replaced by these Zoo Rangers."

Bogo sat in silence listening to his father. His father let out a deep sigh and squatted next to him to be eye level with him. "Son, I know I'm tough on you. Maybe too tough."

Bogo raised an eye brow at the last sentence, specially his father stating he could be 'too tough.' 'If thats not the understatment of the century' he thought a bit annoyed, still sitting out troff water.

"The world is changing, faster than I can keep up with. The world has become smaller while also becoming bigger. This city now houses cultures all across the world. There never use to be elephants, giraffes, or..." His father shouted his last reference at the door to Den of the Red Dragon. "lousy eastern pandas here!" loud squabels came from the door. More than likely Mrs. Wu sharing a few of her own thoughts about the Sheriff of Zootopia. He turned back to Bogo. "And now they are creating a whole district for the smallest of mammals to have homes. Don't you see son? I need you. And I need you at your best. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir." Bogo said in a soft tone of voice and scared to look up at his father. He had always been afraid to look his father in the eyes. "I understand."

"Good," His father stood back up. "Listen, tomorrow a train is going to arrive carrying a large deposit to the city bank. I need you their to make sure everything goes smoothly, understand?" Bogo nodded his head. "Good," his father said. He started to walk off when he stopped. "Oh. By the way if you were wondering how I found you here, Clawhouser told me. But don't think he went easy and snitched on you. I had to ask him more than once where you were."

"I suggest you take the long route back to the station. A long walk is what will help clear your mind." Before walking off, his father looked up to see Mr. Wu watching him from the entrance of the Red Dragon Den. "I'll see ya Wu. Just remember what we talked about" the Sheriff said, and tipped his hat to Mr. Wu.

Bogo started heading back toward Savanan Central. He puked more than once on his walk. His body trying to rid its self of whatever he smoked. He had made it almost a few steps out of the Rainforest District, when turned to look back. The sun was going down and the shops were closing and looking empty. All except for Den of the Red Dragon, whose iconic Red carved dragon with fire beneath it stood lit up. If Bogo didn't know any better it seemed the dragon was looking at him, and judging him. Judging, his body, and his soul.

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(AN: Thank you for reading, and Thank you for reading this. Again, YOU'RE AWESOME! I hope you enjoyed this new installment. Leaving you to wonder how will the relationship between Bogo and his father. The next chapter will reveal the Hopps after the sudden tragedy.

The character Mr. Wu is loosely based on a real western figure who was a mob boss for early Chinese mafia. If someone wanted to get rid of a dead body, they would go to Wu.

The next chapter we will finally see what happened to Judy's Father and if she was able to save him in the end.

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- SirRedFox.)