In a discrete gambling club frequented by all kinds of shady men and gangsters from both sexes. 7 men descended some narrow old steel stairs to the basement dragging a half-beaten man tripping on all of the metallic stairs behind them. They entered a fortified room with enhanced glass door of 6 inches thickness and steel sheets on the walls. They threw the man to the Kingpin of crime, the oldest Chinese man in the room was about 64 y/o. The one-eyed short bald old man -wearing his suspenders over his stripes shirt- stood up off his chair and walked around his large mahogany desk then he held his old antique cane and looked indignantly at the man.
The man begged "Please, Mr. Wang. They surprised us"
The man just raised one finger and calmly said "Let me tell you a story when I was your age. I was trapped while delivering one of my master's goods... of course you'd know. I lost my share and I get my body broken by rivals. You know what my boss did to me. She looked to me and patted on my shoulder and ordered for them to tend for my wounds and after they did. She said with a smile on her face (Go and get me my goods and we will be okay), I stuttered and said they are long gone. She pulled a knife and slashed one of my comrade's eyes and said (that's for looking at your disgrace) then she cut another's hand, (that's for standing still while doing nothing) ... then she turned to me and smiled nicely (you witnessed and did nothing, what should I do with you!) WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH YOU?" shouted the old man Wang.
The man freaked "I don't know"
"I took the knife and stabbed my hand then slashed my eye, that how commitment I was to my boss"
"But Sir, I never betrayed you"
"Man, no one betrays me, you just failed me when you decided to save your ass over finishing the job"
"I'm sorry. Please spare me" the man cried for mercy but Wang threw him a knife "you know what to do"
The man stabbed his hand and scarred his face by taking his eye in agony.
"Now take your life"
"But Mr. Wang" his eyes bulged in fear.
"Take it or, I take everything from you"
The man looked to him horridly "promise me, you won't harm my kids"
"They are in my care now" Wang sat back and watched the man slit his own throat. He waved to his men "clean this up"
Another man came running down to the underground forte "Mr. Wang, the Bratva.."
"What!"
"They took over the restaurant on (12b) street and killed three of our men"
"Damn that bitch, damn it. She got the guns and is acting up. She thinks she can take over the streets at least I still have the goods..."
"About that, they say: there is a new dealer in the town. A man with a scarf, he has been upgrading low key crackers and they have been selling his shit all over Chinatown"
Wang break the wine glass in his hand "Find me that man NOW"
The men ran for their assignments except for the one man on his left. A strange one with an uptight black turtle-neck pullover and a long katana hidden on his back under long black trench coat over his black jeans and black combat boots. He had an aura that differed from them all. The aura of a man that scares demons.
Wang said "Zero, I need you to take care of the Bratva"
The man turned to him with icy cold eyes.
"They got a casino downtown, where that bitch always hangs in there. I want it in dust"
Zero left without a breath, slipping through the folds of the night undetected.
After Zero left, Wang came outside his bunker to have a breather from a secret door to a back alley. But suddenly he was startled by the masked man preying on him from the darkness, Wang startled "Woah.. I didn't see you coming"
"No, you wouldn't, would you?" the voice was faint but clear.
"Pleased to make business with the infamous Goblin" snorted the old man smugly.
"Pleasure is always mine as there is someone to feed on"
"The Bratva"
"I'll consume them all from the inside"
"How?" The man turned his head in consternation.
"Not your business"
"But I need you to work faster, the elders are being hasty in San Francisco because of the Italian wops. I need you to bring results or__"
The man found himself pushed to the wall with a short blade on his neck "Dare threaten me again & I'll show you what I did to your boss back in the day"
"That wasn't you" Wang sighed, but the blade cut his cheek "Another man, same demons inside. We just get uglier"
"Okay. We're fine"
The goblin jumped to the emergency stairs post-haste and vanished as the man backed on his cane and called for one of his underlings.
In Japan, in one of the greatest opera theatres. Where one of the amazing crews was performing a spectacular piece mid-night in that empty spacious theatre solely for the one VIP guest.
A middle-aged man -of course Japanese, wearing all black walked in and passed through the highly intense security to the stairs of an upper balcony in the theatre where an old -yet flaming with the power of youth- man where sitting with two lovely twin girls. A young boy stopped the upcoming man outside the VIP room.
"I'm here to deliver" said the man with urgency.
"Deliver it to me" retorted the boy, he watched the man eyeing him strongly pressing dominance but the man laughed "You're not my boss, Hiroka"
Hiroka clenched his fist then ordered his men to stand down. The man who was in charge of guarding his Boss walked with much confidence to the old gallant man about 54 y/o leaving his back to the argument of his henchmen watching the lovely performance of the solo vocalist on the stage. He turned after the girls stood up facing the man interrupting the master's time.
"What is it so important that you disturb me, and my precious girls, at this beautiful time?" The man caressed his girl's cheek as she remained expressionlessly still -there was something obviously off about them-.
"Shiro-sama, one of our nightclubs in Manhattan where destroyed. The men were all killed"
"..."
"Our source in the police say, it's him... The Goblin"
"Hemph. "the man sighed, "Is that all!"
"But Shiro-sama, it's him. We can't just stand still"
Shiro was having his attention at the private performance downstairs dedicated to the master in the VIP box "Ain't she beautiful! That new girl in the crew has a talent"
"… Shiro-sama? Should I act on my own?"
Shiro stood up and took Hiroka's gun then shot the man in guts "you should let me enjoy this piece"
The singer trembled in fear but they all continued again as Shiro smiled whipping the blood in the dead man's suit "Please, my child. Continue"
He turned to Hiroka "clean it up"
"Yes... Shiro-sama" bowing down averting the cold-hearted man eyes.
The man patted the boy's head like a puppy "Good boy"