Chen Hui-chieh was not a woman who could be easily intimidated. The young niece and heir to Lungmen of Wei Yenwu and her aunt Fumizuki was at work, the LGD was alive with activity with supposed criminal activity. Added to the fact that the Reunion Movement's sudden stop of their attacks on illustrious Lungmen, it only added to the fuel to the furnace that they were planning something big entirely else, with many officers on guard patrolling in case of such an event.

"Sir Chen!"

The Lung fought to keep annoyance out of her tone to one of her officers reporting in, saluting her as they arrived at her desk.

"Report?" She shuffled the files on her desk, looking up expectantly at the assigned officers.

"At least three bodies were discovered at the side of the slums of Lungmen."

She expected such. The slums of Lungmen she knew were of, unfortunately, lower status, and took the brunt of where attacks from the Reunion Movement took place. She frequented the place quite often before… her memories flashed to Nine, and her hands tightened ever so slightly on the pen she held and the stacks of paper, crumpling them in her grip.

But now was not the time to reminisce on her old partner leaving the LGD as a result of failures. Now was to focus on preventing Reunion from attacking Lungmen.

The officer continued, wringing his hands behind his back nervously in an attempt to calm himself and his nerves. "Well?"

"The bodies are…" The other officer besides his partner continued. "They were Reunion Movement members. Spies of the Movement that infiltrated Lungmen."

Chen nearly dropped her pen in shock. Only years of working under the LGD against crimes and other criminal factions with self control did she stand up. "Cause of death?" She gripped Chi Xiao underneath her desk.

The officers glanced at each other and then back to her. "We… we don't know." They hesitantly answered.

Chen narrowed her gazes at the officers. "What do you mean you don't know?"

"That's the point, ma'am. We… we aren't entirely sure. We received the report from the coroner. He… he isn't entirely sure either." The officer rubbed the back of his head. "He gave us the report and it was as if…"

"As if?"

"They dropped dead. As if they just dropped dead and their organs ceased to function."

It sounded like the spy of Reunion was in possibly poor health but something did not add up. "There was also another report of the possible cause. A few witnesses who were getting ready for the night from their homes told us they saw from the distance a flashing green light and a sound of wind picking up."

Chen stood up. She wished she had Hoshiguma with her, and loathed she was to even admit it, Swire as well, so they could make sense of the situation together, but the former was off with duties of another crime group and the latter… she didn't know. She pulled her jacket on. "Let's go."

"Ma'am?"

Chen narrowed her gazes at the two. "Take me to the coroner's office. I want to see this for myself."

None of it sounded right. How could they drop dead? Was it a form of Arts? Who killed them and why? What kind of Arts could it possibly be? She would consider it a possibility of a vigilante out working on their own against Lungmen laws, despite them being clearly put into place that civilians were not to interact or even attempt to encounter the Reunion Movement.

These questions remained in her mind as they entered the van.

She scanned the body that was pulled out of the cabinet and then up at the coroner, a Cautus by the name of Alden around the age of his late 30s, and working as a coroner for at least a decade of his life.

Alden spoke, his gloved hands over the corpse and in a bodysuit, as since the individual was obviously Infected, both he and Chen were in a suit that prevented them from getting Infected.

Well… the Lung knew she was already Infected regardless. "As you can see, ma'am. No markings, no cause of bodily harm or any signs of a struggle or encounter."

Chen glanced at the pile of clothes in an evidence bag, the designation of the Reunion Movement etched in the interior of a hoodie. Initially, the description would sound as if the individual was in poor health and suffered a heart attack or a stroke, but after hearing from her own that there was a green flash of light, she would have to assume it was a type of Arts inflicted on them. Too many variables to consider. Then again, the green light had been located near a bar in the slums and Lungmen had been known for flashing neon lights on occasions of partying from brothels.

Chen inspected the body and the others further, wondering what could possibly cause their deaths.

He scanned his surroundings for a moment. Though he knew he did not look suspicious, those entering the alleys, he knew, tended to attract the type of attention he did not wish, like drug dealers and even… prostitution in parts of Lungmen. It, however, was the only way he could enter normally through where if he attempted to utilize it out in the open, it would attract the wrong sort of attention.

Still, he was here.

He continued to walk down the alleys at a brisk pace. In his jacket and holster was his wand, the familiar holly wood and phoenix feather that had just been with him since he started Hogwarts all those years ago.

Even then, he shouldn't be worried about attracting the wrong sort of attention. He knew that in these parts, they were largely left forgotten and abandoned while most of the Lungmen continued to be industrialized with wealth and commerce. It sickened him and his friends to see such. It represented everything wrong with their world, and then, this. The Infected with Oripathy…

It was the reason why the three of them decided to leave their world and move onto this, yet nothing had changed.

Unaware of his surroundings as he pondered such thoughts, a figure approached him, drawing their own wand, their footsteps silent and also brisk. It wasn't until he heard a single footstep behind him and a dark shadow behind him, the familiar shadow of a wand pointing at him that he immediately drew his own wand and turned around, meeting face to face with the wand of the figure who trailed him. Harry immediately cursed his lack of awareness, knowing the figure could've easily casted any magic on him and he didn't detect it in time.

The figure, donning a white comedy mask, tilted their head amusedly. Harry knew who the owner of the mask was. "Still wearing that, Ron?"

The figure behind the mask chuckled, and Ron Weasley removed it, revealing the red haired, freckled face of his best friend. "George gave it to me before we moved on here. We do need disguises after all, especially since we're just as much breaking Lungmen's laws. Can't be arrested if they don't know who's wearing what." A smirk formed on his face, before he brought his best mate in for a hug.

Harry returned it. Years of brotherhood and friendship rang through them. Even if it wasn't Hogwarts or out anywhere in Britain anymore, or even Voldemort gone, even if it's in the new dangers of the world known as Terra, they were still friends and brothers in arms.

Ron kept a smirk. "And besides, I think it fits me. George did offer both of you and Hermione one."

Harry wouldn't deny it. It did prove effective time and time again from keeping their identities a secret with the LGD and Reunion both actively clashing with each other. "How's Hermione? What's happened since I was gone?"

Ron shrugged. "Let's return back first. Hermione's been worried about you since you've been gone for two days at least."

Harry nodded, and the two of the Golden Trio returned back to the slums, to where their sole female member would be waiting.

Reminder: Harry isn't dark in this. While he shows darker tendencies, he is still like his canon self: compassionate, kind, and caring. He is, however, more open to using Unforgivables and other curses with Ron and Hermione.

No Ron or Hermione bashing. They are Harry's friends. They will always be Harry's friends. I will never write a crossover bashing either of them.