Chapter 7

Elder Wang was meditating in his back garden pavilion, at least he was until the commotion from Yao reached his ears. A flash of gold caught his eyes as Yao cut everything in his path.

Wang stood up to greet his pupil. "Yao, what has made you so upset?" he asked like a grandfather trying to appease a child. "Did you find anything in the audit?"

"I found myself in a deficit. You owe me, so how do you plan on paying me back?"

"And what exactly do I owe you?" he asked, humoring Yao and the tantrum he was throwing.

Yao held out his hand and two blades flew out towards Wang. They cut through his robe and a chunk of flesh fell from his crotch. "I've come for my pound of flesh, for every year you took him from me." He said coldly as the blades returned to him.

"What are you talking about!?" he asked as a blade of wind flew past Yao. He couldn't concentrate through the pain and loss of blood.

"My son!" he yelled as he let the blades loose once more "Nina wasn't taken out by the Koreans, it was you! You took my Gold from me!" The bracelet around his wrist straightened and flew into the elder's dantian, destroying the core for his energy control. Wang went to his knees, unable to support his own body anymore.

"That's what you're pissed about? Of course I did. I've done everything to set you up to be the next Grand Master. That half blood bitch was trapping you and tying you down. I did you a damn favor."

"No one takes what's mine, Wang." He stepped closer to the elder and put his hand on top of his head. His rings slipped off his fingers and went around Wang's head. They slowly began to press into his skull like a vice. "Choose your last words wisely. No one else is here to remember them."

"She makes you weak and we both know it" He said through gritted teeth. If he was going to die anyways, he was going to hit him where it hurt most.

The rings buried themselves into his cranium and shredded his gray matter like a blender, before erupting from his mouth. They spun quickly, shaking off any filth and blood that still clung to them before returning to their proper home on his hand.

Yao let his old teacher fall to the ground and left. His vengeance had been exacted and he needed to calm down.

He drove and went through the back of his laundromat before sitting down "Leave." he commanded the staff that had started to hover over him. They immediately dispersed, wanting to avoid his wrath.

He leaned back and listened to the soft hum of the machines. This place was his peace. It was where he knew where the loyalties of his so called friends laid, and where he fell for Nina. He was young and still clawing his way through the ranks. It had been a bad deal and everyone had agreed with his plan like sheep, except for her. When the shootout started and he had taken a near fatal wound, only Nina stayed behind.

He chuckled to himself remembering her telling him to get his shit together and that she couldn't say "I told you so" if he was dead. He could even still recall the shot she took in the shoulder making sure he was out of the gunfire.

He let out a sigh and stood up. Madam Xi would be there by now and he needed to know how bad her deviation was. He paced for a moment before walking out.