Lei Wulong was frequently referred as 'the super police', but in that moment, he was nervous. He received a phone-call of one of his informers, particularly one that he thought to be 'deactivated' a long time ago. The words were rendered quickly, but perfectly clear: The Syndicate sent an assassin to kill the British boxer from the fourth tournament, Steve Fox. Her name's Nina Williams. You can find her at the Leana Hotel. You have twelve hours. Maybe less…

When he heard the assassin's name, it hit him with the force of an invisible wall. His first reaction was to invade his boss's office.

"Sir! I need to talk to you!"

"What is it, Superman?" He mocked, while smoking a pipe.

"I received info about Nina Williams!"

The man stopped, and his eyes swiped him out, feet to head. Then, he giggled.

"Good try. You almost caught me."

"I'm afraid it's no joke, sir. I received a call."

"Who?"

"One of my informers."

"Since when you put your informers searching for her?"

"I didn't."

"Who is that informer of yours?"

"Sasha Reed…"

"How did I guess…" He rambled.

"Sir, you must listen! Nina is…"

"I know who she is, damn it!" He roared, standing up. "And I know it is impossible to be her! Besides, Sasha is not even a valuable source of information! She's playing detective, that's all!"

"Don't you think we should try?"

"Look around you! You think we're on vacations? We have tons of work to be done! I cannot send men to the field just because of your girlfriend's suppositions!"

Wulong's muscles got tense, and the police director gave a step back.

"Look… I'm sorry, but I don't believe it. What do you know about her? What do you have? Archived files, pictures with more than a decade… Why the hell did you mess with the archive?"

"I didn't! Her name was mentioned to me after all these years! What's that sound?"

"What was the message?" He sighed.

"She's assigned to kill a British boxer called Steve Fox by command of the Syndicate. We cannot ignore this!"

"The boy has some connection to the Syndicate?"

"Not that we've know, for now. Still, we're dealing with a potential threat to a person's life." Wulong reasoned.

"You're right…" He finally acknowledged. "But if you want to keep going, I suggest you have something more substantial than this. None of us will hunt a ghost, Lei."

"What if she has been working for them all along?!"

"I doubt it. You're not the only one with moles inside the Syndicate's network. If she was working for them, we'd found it sooner. This is the way I see the picture: or either she ran, and is now living in the remotest place on this earthly plane, or she died. And it's more likely to be the second… this world is too small. No one can live hidden for that long… And I doubt she would surface now… she's like, what? Forties already?"

"So what? She's unable to kill?!"

"C'mon, Lei! It is very unlikely she's still alive…"

"But not impossible! Please, sir!" He threw himself to the desk. "Send me there. To Leana's Hotel."

"The Leana's?!" The man stopped for several seconds, looking at him inquisitively. "What… is the info you have, exactly?"

"She's going to kill the kid in the next twelve hours, and she will be staying at the Leana's hotel."

He scratched his head, rambling on the right words to use.

"This is too easy…" Wulong snorted, clearly impatient. "Think with me: you spent five years of your career trying to catch her, and she always found a way to slip between your fingers. And you expect what? Finding her in her room, waiting for you? It's a trap!"

"Still! If there is any possibility for someone's life to be compromised, we should act!"

"Ok, you won! But let me tell you this: you're on your own." He shrouded, taking another big breath on his pipe. "You will go tomorrow morning."

Wulong's eyes widened.

"Tomorrow?! But… sir… tomorrow might be too late! The kid might be dead by then!"

"Cross your fingers, boy. You have papers to dispatch, so you will stay here tonight. This is an order."

Wulong turned backs on the detective, with closed fists on both sides of his body.

"Your skepticism makes me sick." He murmured, before walking away from that office.