Yang's slumber was interrupted by the ringing of her phone on the counter. The day had turned to evening, the light dimming as she grabbed the phone, answering, "Speak."
Junior's voice came through, "You know I don't like using these things...they're listening!"
"Then make it quick!"
"That business thing's been set up. The Chinese guy, Mr. Ren, and his wife, Alison Zu, are waiting at the inn."
"You said that on the phone? What the fuck is wrong with you!? Dammit, Junior, now I'm going to have to discipline you, and you know how I feel about that!"
Yang nearly crushed the phone as she ended the call, running for her truck and speeding to the inn before anyone could beat her to it.
Yang had barely walked into the bar when a bald man tackled a black-haired man into a wall, the man with hair clubbing the bald man's back until he was forced to release him. Her attention on the fight was drawn away as an aging, red-haired woman saying, "Yang, you're still banned."
"What about these two?" Yang asked, taking a seat at the bar.
"Whoever wins gets banned."
"Alright." Yang said, throwing her hands in the air as she got back up.
She shoved the black-haired man aside and grabbed the bald man by the back of his head, slamming his face into the low wall separating the main floor from behind the bar, blood spraying onto the wall and from the man's nose. Yang rose the victorious drunk's arm in the air, turning to the woman and saying, "He won. Ban him."
"I can't ban him, he's my goddamn husband."
"Jesus, he looks young enough to be your son."
"Yeah, isn't the internet a beautiful thing." the woman laughed.
"Anyway, I saved your husband, now get me a drink."
"Alright, but if anymore bodies turn up in my bar, I will not serve you."
Yang's order was interrupted by a woman calling out from behind her, "Ms. Xiao Long?"
Yang turned to face a woman in a formal suit, a single streak of green in her black hair, her piercing green eyes staring into her vacant purple eyes intensely. Yang rose from her seat and exchanged a handshake with the woman, welcoming, "Mr. Ren, pleasure to meet you. You're a little more...feminine than I anticipated."
The Chinese woman let out a quick, nervous laugh, clarifying, "No, I am Alison, I am my husband's interpreter and business partner. Oh, here's my husband now."
A man with a long black mane in a pony tail, a single pink streak in it, and a green Oriental suit stumbled into the bar, a smile on his face as he spoke in Chinese, "Oh, fuck, I'm high as shit!"
"You all speak Spanish, speak it to each other!" an aging, bloated old man shouted from the bar.
"Mr. Lie Ren is...pleased to meet your acquaintance." Alison stammered.
"Yeah, he seems like it."
Ren waddled back from the jukebox, babbling, "You know what? It's fantastic to know you!" the Asian man said, wrapping his arms around Yang, attempting to cop a feel.
Yang shoved the man away as he continued to say, "Nice! If you've got time, you should totally add me on BedIntruder," he looked at Yang's cleavage, throwing his head back and his arms in the air as he shouted, "This is the best moment of my life!"
Yang crossed her arms as the man made his way in front of the jukebox, dancing wildly to the song he had chosen. "What the fuck is wrong with him?" Yang demanded.
The woman merely held her hands up, mouth agape as she searched for an answer, Yang interjecting, "I'm out."
"No, please! Don't go!"
Alison followed Yang outside the bar, begging her, "If you go, the Grimm Brothers will kill me."
"Why...why do I give a fuck?"
"You don't, but we hear Yang Xiao Long Enterprises is a serious business. We'll pay a fair price. If it goes well, we partner up, make good money."
The conversation was interrupted by the inebriated Ren staggering out of the bar, shouting, "I'm rushing!"
Yang sighed, shaking her head and pinching the bridge of her nose as she said, "Alright, get in the truck, I'll show you the operation."
Phone went a ways down the road before making a call on her phone, saying, "Chef, I'm bringing two Chinese people to check out the kitchen."
"You can't get here fast enough, the White Fang are coming! They think you took out Adam!" Chef said with a hushed voice, worry radiating through the phone.
"They ain't wrong."
"Well, get down here and take them out, too!"
The truck stopped outside an dirty liquor shop, a man with a buzz cut, rubber gloves and nothing but his briefs and a rubber apron, "Shit, Yang, they're almost here, we gotta..."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Chef, manners, we have guests." Yang interrupted.
Ren hugged the half-naked man, Chef urging, "Yang, we don't have time..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, now, lady and gentleman, if you follow me over here," Yang said, leading them around the other side of the building, opening an ice box, "I will be able to show you some of our facilities!"
Yang shoved Alison in front of the ice box and kicked her into the ice, slamming the door shut and opening the next one, bowing to an ecstatic Ren, the Chinese man ranting, "Sweet, private rooms!"
"The tour will recommence in a while, my fine foreigners. We just have a small matter to attend to."
Yang turned to Chef, "Get the guns."
The two ran up the stairs, grabbing a pair of M4 rifles off a rack, rushing to the roof outside and hiding behind the low wall. Soon, a group of three cars pulled up outside the shop, eight faunus stepping out and looking around, eying the surroundings. Yang rose up with a roar of rage, firing at the gas station behind them. The pumps instantly exploded, rubble flying through the air and dropping every faunus to the ground, all aiming up at Yang and Chef as the desperate firefight began. The high ground and a better ability to shoot their guns, and aim properly, made short work of the first wave of White Fang. Soon, a dozen cars came screaming down the road, Yang opening fire and sending one careening off the road, the driver having his head blown off, and flipping into a ditch. She fired into the hoods, grills and headlights of several other speeding cars, her gun clicking empty to her growl of fury. She dropped behind the low wall as the faunus left their cars and opened fire, forcing Chef and herself down. "Fuck, now what?!" Yang demanded.
"Wait here." Chef said, ducking and running for the door and disappearing into the shop.
Yang waited, propped against the wall as the footsteps grew closer to her building, the drug queen growing more anxious and angry with each moment. Finally, Chef reappeared before her, tossing her a large, revolver like gun as he fired down at the dozens of men below, forcing them back to cover behind their cars. Yang finally got time to notice her weapon, a 40 mm grenade launcher. A sadistic smile grew across her face as she stood up, took aim, and fired, the round arching through the air and crashing down onto the hood of an SUV. The thunderous explosion rocked the earth and shattered all windows down below, the cluster of vehicles exploding in a chain. Yang had no time to enjoy the mass of mauled and burned corpses, five more cars screaming down the road towards them. She took aim once again, firing a grenade at the first low rider in the group, exploding beneath the car and catapulting it into the air, the remaining cars speeding through the explosion and further down the road, turning out of sight. "And don't come back!" Chef shouted at them.
"Alright, get back to work and clean up the lab, I'll check on the Chinese delegation. They might be catching a chill."
Yang took her time to reach the ice box, opening the doors and watching the freezing couple pile out of the ice, trembling violently. "I think we've seen quite enough!" a frozen Alison stammered, turning to Ren and saying, "Come on, let's go!"
"But we haven't even seen the main room!" Ren protested, Alison dragging him down the road.
"I'll swing by to sign the contracts, alright? Just ignore the bodies."
Chef leaned out of the top window, shouting down at Yang, "Hey, boss, should we cook another batch?"
"Fuck yeah!"
"Alright!"
Chef disappeared back inside as Yang's phone rang once more, a concerned Junior on the other end. "Yang..."
"Junior! What have I told you about divulging vital information over these?! You almost got me killed and, worse yet, I had to talk to the Chinese! I'll make sure I use the one on the drill for this..."
"No, Yang, the Beacon stopped by your place, they tore everything apart."
"What, goddammit Junior! You know you're supposed to take a bullet for me! So, take a severe beating if it means you keep those assholes out of my house. Just for that, I'm using the one on the motor...on the highest setting...and on a drill!"