Lee Chaolan sat at his desk in the Zaibatsu building and he discovered that he was alone. He had imprisoned his own father, Heihachi Mishima in a dungeon and his brother, Kazuya had vanished. With all his richness and power, he was a lonely man. Women, money, drugs and all the material objects were in the palm of his hands, but it didn't mean anything. None of these women on his arms actually cared about him. He was just another dollar sign in their eyes.
All his wealth and power couldn't give Lee the attention he had yearned for. Piles of paperwork upon piles of paperwork cluttered his office. Day in and day out, he signed contracts and deals. A continuous monotony of endless work boiled his brain nearly to the point of explosion. A rich playboy with no more time to play, he was forced to grow up. After forty years of worthless playing around, Lee Chaolan had to become an adult.
His company couldn't function without him. He was top dog, but he was always busy worrying about the other dogs. He never had a single moments rest in all of the hustle and bustle. Boredom heaped upon boredom, to the point where a man could go completely insane. His building was filled with employees that all looked the same. They all wore a white shirt, blue khakis and black ties. He wondered if he was the last man on earth left with some sense of style or individuality.
This was just sheer stupidity personified a thousand folds. There were times when Lee would stand next to a wall and do nothing, but ram his head at the wall. It was a mundane life that he was unaccustomed to. It made him feel ill just to think that he had any part of such a company. He wondered how Heihachi and Kazuya endured such a pathetic existence. He never once considered the possibility that there would be more to own Zaibatsu other than lounging around with half naked females.
Now that he was so unbelievably rich, he was being sued by numerous females. Apparently during his younger years, he had sired a large amount of offspring. His secretary had reported that over three hundred and twenty seven women claimed that they had children from his blood. Through DNA testing some of the women were proven liars, but the majority had been telling the truth. Lee Chaolan had created his own tribe. In a few generations, his scientist predicted that his very name would be written into the annals of the human genome.
The parties became boring and the alcohol began to lose its flavor. He was going completely insane. The playboy life and the cutthroat business life were just simply unbelievable. He was completely unready to take on such a life. He wanted to have fun, but this wasn't fun. In this dark moment, Lee Chaolan realized something he had never known before, life was not fun.
His whole life had been a complete waste and sham. He spent his days acquiring money and women, but what did he have to show for it. He had nothing at all, just a few hundred illegitimate children that were now in their early twenties. After a lifetime of non-stop party, he basically had nothing. He had no real family nor did he have anyone to love him. He was a child in a grown man's world.
Everything was about money, but nothing had any soul. All the art galleries in his hallways meant absolutely nothing to him. He never had a quiet moment with a mother or a father. He never would know the joys of being a "real" dad or a husband. He would only know the same type of life that he had been living. There was no real escape for him. He was a prisoner and the walls were made of stacks of money.
There were times in his dreams where he saw golden coins falling from the sky. He would stand in the sun all by himself as the metal broke his skull open. He would then wake up screaming, but there was no one in his bed to comfort his pain. In the darkness Lee Choalan broke down and began to cry. He didn't want things to be this way. All he ever wanted was to be loved and admired, but now he saw that no one really admired him.
His father Heihachi had been right all along. Lee Chaolan was nothing more than a lazy spoiled brat with hoards of worthless pleasure girls. Not one of these women in his harem could carry on an intelligent conversation. They were all vain with mindless prattle about soap operas, shoes, lip stick, and other stuff that he could never understand. It was as though these women were complete aliens to him. He began to find them annoying and a nuisance.
He finally decided to call the lowest paid man in his company, a janitor by the name of Forest Law. Lee had known Forest as a sharp martial artist in the third Iron Fist tournament and Forest's father had been in four different tournaments. Lee had never paid much attention to the Law family until now. He wanted to know what it was like for them to live without money.
"Yes sir." The young Chinese male appeared before him. Forest was wearing a dirty pair of jeans and a greasy white shirt. The young boy was just as poor as his father. It would be perfect for Lee. He could see the young male was nervous and there was a sense of fear. Most of the time workers were afraid of getting fired.
"How long have you been working here Forest?" Lee asked as he sipped some wine.
"About tw…tww..two years sir." Forest stuttered. Lee was becoming annoyed by the boy's behavior. He acted like a guilty man at an execution.
"Do you have a family?" Lee asked as he folded his hands and stared into Forest's eyes.
"Yes sir." Forest quivered.
"Would I be imposing too much, if I were to come to dinner to your home tomorrow?" Lee asked smugly.
"No sir, not at all. I would love to have you at our home." Law chirped as though he were a child with breath of helium.
"Good, I shall see you tomorrow. You are dismissed." Lee snapped his fingers and Law rushed out of his sights.
The next day Lee appeared at the home of Law. It was a very quaint home, with much scarring. It looked as though the house had been attacked in some sort of war. Lee was dressed in a casual tuxedo, but he tried to keep himself clean. Stepping over a broken bicycle, Lee approached the front door. He became nervous and worried. What if Marshall was in the home? Lee's brother, Kazuya had once hired Baek Do Son, to destroy Marshall's dojo. What was he thinking coming to this home?
"Hello there Mr. Chaolan. I am glad you came to have dinner with us." A plump face poked through the door. This woman was not as beautiful as any of his harem girls, but she had a certain cherry in her cheeks. Here beady little eyes combined with her pudgy cheeks astound Lee for a moment. She didn't seem to be afraid of Lee Chaolan whatsoever.
"Is this the Law residence?" Lee wiped his brow.
"It most certainly is, please come in sir." Marshall appeared beside his wife. Marshall was in his usual martial arts outfit. The man was well built and he seemed calm. Lee expected a raging man out for vengeance, but Marshall was rather docile. They invited him into their home and they treated him like a king. They didn't treat him nice for their son, but rather out of their own kindness. Linda Law, Marshall's wife, had a grace and a style to her that surpassed all the gold diggers in his mansion. Linda could talk about politics, religion, ethics, sports and business. Marshall was indeed a lucky man to have such a woman.
At dinner they laughed and joked like a real family. They gave Lee the best servings and even made a few jokes out of Lee. It was an enjoyable moment filled with warmth and a sense of family. This was something Lee had never had and looking at Linda, Lee began to feel jealous of Marshall. Marshall Law had a most extraordinary wife. The Laws later took Lee bowling with them. It was something Lee had never been able to experience. It was fun that didn't involve sex or drugs, something Lee never thought plausible. It was comical and competitive at the same time. Linda beat them all easily and later he actually at noodles from noodle cart.
At the end of the night, Lee had come to a decision. "Forest, this has been an extraordinary evening and I have made up my mind about you. I have seen your family, your food and your home. You give me no other choice."
Forest closed his eyes expecting to be fired. Lee happily smiled and clasped Forest's shoulder, "You are now the new owner of Mishima Zaibatsu. I step down as owner of the company. All money, material objects and assets under my ownership now belong to you."
Forest, Linda and Marshall just stood there with their mouths hanging wide open. Lee just winked at them and said, "I bid you all a good night. Thank you for opening my eyes."