The number, which he guessed by the last lyric was called "Anything Goes," hit its close as he climbed down the steps into the ballroom. 

  "Be careful," the waiter whispered as he passed the man in white. They both pretended to not notice the subtle exchange aside from Indy raising his fingers from the stairway handhold in acknowledgment. Then he slipped said hand into his pocket casually as he approached Lao Che's table.

He sat down in the chair opposite Lao Che and his sons, folding his hands on the table. He greeted them in Chinese, which made the crime lord's eyebrows raise in surprise.

  "You never told me you spoke my language, Dr. Jones."

  "Only on special occasions."

Two waiters made a show of hospitality. One placed a napkin on his lap, hiding his companion patting Indiana down for hidden weapons. The archeologist spread out his arms and let him search. They left knowing he was clean.

  Lao Che leaned forward eagerly. "So, it is true. You found Nurhachi."

  "You know I did," Indy replied smoothly. He nodded towards Kao Kan. "Yesterday, one of your boys tried to get Nurhachi without paying for him."

Kao Kan raised his left hand wrapped in a thick white bandage. His forefinger, of course, was missing.

  "You have insulted my son."

  "No. You've insulted me. I spared his life."

Kao Kan Brough his hand down violently behind the table again as his older half-brother rose to his defense.

He was interrupted by the lead dancer, a white woman with blonde hair curled and styled above her head and blue eyes. Her makeup was professionally done and her red and gold dress glittered.

  "Aren't you going to introduce us?" she asked Lao Che, placing her gloved hands on his shoulders. She was obviously unaware in the tense exchange that was happening under-wraps, but the crime lord didn't ask her to leave. Instead, he gestured for Chen to back down.

  "This is Willie Scott. And this is Indiana Jones, famous archeologist."

A gentleman, Indiana rose politely and pulled back a chair for her.

  "Well, I thought archeologists were always funny little men searching for their mommies," Willie jabbed as she sat down.

  "Mummies," Indy corrected under his breath.

  "Indiana Jones found Nurhachi for me," Lao continued, "and is about to deliver him – now."

Lao's gaze falls and Indy's followed down to Kao Kan's hands. A silver pistol clicked, aimed at Indy's chest.

Thinking fast, Indy grabbed a sharp serving fork from a passing tray of meat Wu Han so conveniently pushed his way and grabbed the singer, cutting her off mid sentence.

  "Put the gun away, sonny," Indy growled, poking her ribs with his newly acquired weapon.

Lao Che nudged his head and his son slipped the gun back into his tuxedo pocket.

  "I suggest you give me what you owe me." Indy usually preferred to be professional in his business, but there were times when you cross paths with people who do things the dirty way. You have to play dirty with them if you want to come out on top with your life. "Or anything goes," he added with a smirk. He jabbed the points for emphasis, though he was careful to not pierce her skin.

From his pocket, Lao produced a drawstring bag and placed it on the the turntable, spinning it until the bag was in front of Indy.

  "Open it," he told Willie, his eyes never leaving the neutral faces of the gangsters. The singer spilled out the contents into her hand. Several gold coins glinted in the light.

  "The diamond, Lao. The deal was for the diamond."

Willie placed the gold back on the turntable and spun it back. With a dark expression, Lao pulled a cloth from an inside pocket and placed it carefully on the contraption while Kao Kan rested a glass of champagne beside it. The crime lord turned it back to them and Willie eagerly unwrapped the cloth to reveal a large, perfectly cut diamond known as the Peacock's Eye.

  "Oh, Lao!" the singer cooed, her eyes gleaming as brightly as the jewel. Then her expression suddenly changed with an "Ow!" as Indy poked her with the serving fork. The diamond dropped into his waiting palm and he let her go.

He examined his prize, barely containing his excitement behind a neutral expression. After the Great War, a nineteen-year-old Indy and his war friend Lieutenant Remy Baudouin came in possession of a map that led to the diamond eye of one of Alexander the Great's peacock statues. After enduring a perilous treasure hunt resulting in just another clue, Indiana decided to give up and attend college to study archeology, much to Remy's disappointment. His friend had been obsessed with finding the diamond, and now that Indy held it in his hand, he wished his old friend was with him.

Dismissing the reminiscing, Indy picked up the glass of champagne that he was offered on the turntable.

  "To your very good health," he toasted with a hint of mocking. He was about to take a sip when Willie bumped his arm, causing him to almost spill.

  "He put two holes in my dress from Paris!" Willie whined, glaring at the archeologist hotly.

  "Sit down!" Lao snapped. He seemed irritated and on edge. Indiana took that as a sign that he had the advantage. After the stunned performer was seated, Indy kicked her chair away from him. She returned his gesture with another glare.

  "Now," Lao Che continued, calming, "you bring me Nurhachi."

  "My pleasure." He gestured to Wu Han across the club. His loyal friend hurried to their table with the urn on his platter. "Here he is."

The American placed the jade urn on the turntables and slowly spun the treasure to the three men.

  "This Nurhachi's a real small guy," remarked Willie Scott dumbly.

Lao took the urn into his hands, his two sons leaning in eagerly. The crime lord turned the artifact around with his fingers, admiring the green and white jade with large gleaming eyes. 

  "Inside are the remains of Nurhachi," he muttered in awe, "first emperor of Manchu dynasty."

  Indy raised his glass again in salute. "Welcome home, old boy." Then he drained most of the glass.

Three pairs of eyes left their ancestor's urn towards at him, accompanied by amusement. The trio began to cackle and Indy felt his heart drop in his chest.

  When he stopped his chuckling, Lao continued, "And now, you give me the diamond."

  Indiana tugged his collar instinctively at the sudden tightness in his throat. He swallowed before he spoke with false cockiness. "Are you trying to develop a sense of humor or am I going deaf?" Despite the comfortable temperature, he was beginning to sweat. 

The three gangsters laughed again as Lao Che pulled out a vial of blue liquid from his suit pocket.

  Willie paused in her makeup touch up long enough to voice Indy and Wu Han's thoughts. "What's that?"

  "Antidote," the crime lord answered, grinning with far too much glee for Indiana's comfort.

  "To what?" he asked seriously, his feeling of foreboding growing by the second.

  "The poison you just drank."

Chen and Kao Kan burst into laughter as if his father made the most hilarious joke in the world. The archeologist dabbed the tip of his finger in the residue at the bottom of his glass. The sticky grains he felt confirmed it was not a bluff. 

  "The poison works fast, Dr. Jones."

Finally sold, Indy quickly placed the Peacock's Eye on the surface where Chen took it back. Willie gasped as she found herself in Indy's custody again, feeling the prick of the sharp serving fork against her flesh. 

  "Lao!" the two of them chorused.

  Lao Che waved an unbothered hand. "You keep the doll. I'll find another."

As the waiter removed the tampered glass and placed it on his tray, the entire table heard a click and the laughter was cut off. The father and sons eyed the pistol hidden under the tray. 

  "Good service here," Indy quipped. He would have flashed his infamous smirk, but he was starting to feel sick.

  "That's not a waiter!" Willie realized aloud. 

  "Wu Han's an old friend." 

Lao Che and Kao Kan scowled, furious that they had failed to recognize the man Indy had helped by stealing back the ashes of Wu Han's parents and sister they had used to force him into servitude. Kao Kan mentally cursed himself since he had discovered Wu Han had been helping the archeologist find Nurhachi. 

  "Game's not over, Lao." Indiana extended a shaking hand. "Antidote."

Wu Han allowed himself to smile. Success was in sight. 

Suddenly, a champagne cork popped, distracting everyone at the tense table. Then another pop, followed by a third. The glass on Wu Han's tray shattered. He picked it up, puzzled until he noticed the red stain growing on his white shirt. He didn't even feel it. Chen slipped his smoking gun out of view. 

  Indiana cast the singer aside as he lurched forward to catch his friend. "Indy!" Wu Han gasped as he collapsed onto the table. His gun slid out of his hand across the surface into Kao Kan's waiting hand. He covered it with a napkin and hid the weapon under the table, his face never betraying to the other occupants in the club the dark business occurring under their noses. 

  Indy lowered his partner into his own chair. He used his napkin to apply pressure on the wound. "Don't worry, Wu Han. I'll get you out of here." Even as he spoke, Indy was feeling weaker and dizzy. He didn't know how he could drag both of them to Short Round's waiting car outside.

  "Not this time, Indy," Wu Han managed between labored breaths. "I followed you on many adventures, but into the Great Unknown Mystery... I go, first, Indy." Wu Han smiled until Indiana watched the light leave his eyes. His friend was gone. 

  Lao Che had just enough humanity left in him to be silent as the two friends had their final moment. Then he spoke with no remorse or pity, "Don't be sad, Dr. Jones. You will soon be joining him."

Indy struggled to stand up. Lights flashed behind his eyes as he gripped the back of his chair for support. 

  "Too much to drink, Dr. Jones?" Kao Kan joked. 

  He shares his father's sense of humor, Indy thought through the haze.

He stumbled into a passing cart of roasting pigeons, recently set ablaze. Enraged by the murder of his friend and brain muddled by the poison, Indiana grabbed a long skewer of pigeon flambé and hurled it into the chest of Chen. 

Chen's mocking laughs were exchanged for screams of pain. His gun fired into the ground and Willie Scott screamed at the gruesome sight. Then the club finally erupted into chaos. 

Indy made a desperate lunge for the antidote, but instead knocked it off the table onto the edge of carpet where it luckily didn't shatter. Before Kao Kan could stand, Indy slammed his fist into his face, knocking him and his chair over. He and Lao Che exchanged a spat in Chinese before Indiana was ripped away by a hand on his collar. 

Vision blurred by the poison, Indy could barely see who he was punching, but managed to keep the guards off him. All the while, he kept those eyes peeled for the blue vial. His fingers brushed it at one point even as he was pushed on a cart into the band in the corner. Sheets of music flew everywhere as the band scattered with their instruments. 

Having spotted it again, Indy dove onto the dance floor, but the vial was kicked out of his reach by a black shoe. He crawled after it and accidentally rammed into Willie, also on her hands and knees. 

  "The antidote?"

  "Where's the diamond?" the singer asked in turn. 

Indy groaned and pushed past her. He rose to his feet again to find Lao Che leading an army of his men into the ballroom. The crime lord pointed at him and shouted orders in his native language. He dodged as the men launched poleaxes into the flesh of the statue behind him. Weaponless, Indy picked up a disconnected cymbal and threw it like a frisbee, which hit one man in the throat. He knocked over two bowls of ice, which mingled with the diamond to Willie's dismay. Instead, she found the antidote. 

  "Stay there!" Indiana called hoarsely. She tucked the vial securely into her dress. 

Pink, white, and black balloons fell from the ceiling. Admittedly, they made the brawl look a bit ridiculous. Loud pops echoed with the screams. If Short Round was inside, he would be having a blast. 

Feeling a full glass, Indy splashed the liquid into his face to help clear his sluggishness. His moment of clarity was greeted by the psychotic Kao Kan brandishing a large automatic gun. The archeologist dove behind the giant gong as the bullets recklessly peppered the ballroom.

When he found his chance, Indy stepped out from his cover to grab the sword from the nearby statue and cut the rope holding the gong. The other rope snapped and he used the rolling disk as cover to get to the window. 

The endless bullets made loud clangs as they pierced the brass. Indy grabbed Willie Scott and guided her towards the open window.

  "I don't wanna die!" Willie screeched and continued screaming as they dropped from the six story window. Canopies slowed their fall until they managed to grip one just a few feet above the car below. 

  "Who are you?" Willie asked before they both crashed through the cloth roof into the backseat of a cream colored car. 

A head adorned by a baseball cap popped up from the driver's seat. 

  "Wow! Holy smoke, crash landing!" the Chinese boy exclaimed with a grin. 

  "Short Round, step on it!"

  "Okie dokie, Dr. Jones. Hold on to your potatoes!" Shorty turned his cap backwards and faced forward again.

  "What the hell, there's a kid driving the car!" Willie exclaimed before the car suddenly lurched forward as a box tied to a shoe slammed on the gas pedal.