"Can I tell you a story?" A ragged and tired voice of an old wise man said, his fingernails lined with dirt as they tapped the worn down table by the fireplace. A young boy sitting across from him, the soles of his shoes had holes in them and he had a bruise on his cheek. "Yes, Father." replied the young Fu. The old man leaned back in the rickety wooden chair and crossed his arms, looking to the fireplace. "There used to be a great nation that stretched half the world. They believed in old stories handed down from generation to generation of the gods. But, what came before the gods? Would you like to know, my son?" The old man paused, making sure that Fu was engaged. The boy nodded.

"It was the Titans. Monsters powerful enough to shape the world and destroy it over and over again. And yet, being all powerful one of them had a weakness." The old man continued, picking up a pipe and packing in the tobacco, lighting it to take a puff. "Saturn, father of the gods, was so worried about a prophecy that his children would rise up and overthrow him and the other titans. What do you do when you learn that your own children could betray and kill you?" He took a drag and exhaled the cloud of smoke hitting Fu's face and he coughed.

"You get them first?" replied Fu. That response caused the old man to slam his fists on the table. "Of course you would guess that. But, you are right." The man sucked through his teeth and kept smoking, "Saturn wouldn't let the prophecy come true, he took all his children and began to eat them."

"Eat them?" Fu asked, shock coming across his face to hear such a thing.

"Yes, ripped their flesh from their bones. Swallowed them whole. All but one, his son Jupiter." said the old man and he chuckled. "His son deceived Saturn, killing him and freeing his brothers and sisters...isn't it ironic? Had Saturn not eaten his children, perhaps they would have never overthrown him." The old man leaned forward and took another drag from his tobacco pipe.

"If he had eaten all of them, they wouldn't have overthrown him." Fu retorted, a confident look etching onto his face. "You are quite the little devil, aren't you?" The man started laughing again, coughing on the smoke that filled the room in a foggy haze.

Grandfather Cheung was sitting in the back of the black Mercedes, recollecting that memory with his father. The story of Saturn haunted his mind, he had killed his only son and now he had killed his grandson Gao. In his delirium, he believed it was time to be rid of Lien, too. To him, as long as Lien was alive it meant that Saturn's prophecy would become his own reality. Lien was Jupiter. The car halted to a stop, the gravel underneath the tires rumbling the car. Soon, the door was opened and Grandfather Cheung stepped out and looked up to the sky, the rain clouds forming above. He gripped his cane as he watched the hearse pull up behind his Mercedes.

Inside, a cinnabar casket with golden handles was carried out. On the top, a golden crest of the Triad symbol. It was Gao's funeral procession and Grandfather Cheung kept up his appearance as a grieving grandfather, indeed he had to. Cameras flashed as the old man made his way to the Cheung Cemetery with its grand mausoleum standing tall on a slight incline in the earth. The doors to mausoleum were opened, the last time being when Cheung Min and Hua, Lien's parents, were placed inside. The only other occupied casket that resided in the mausoleum was that of Grandfather Cheung's late wife.

On each casket, a letter was engraved at the foot of it. For Gao's it had a G marked in gold. The terrible thing was that inside of the mausoleum were two other caskets on the shelves to the right. They was one on the top shelf that had the letter H engraved  on it and the one on the bottom had the letter L. It seemed that Grandfather Cheung had always been prepared to bury his family and as much as he tried over the years, he could never trust any of them.

Peng was tasked with being a pallbearer, holding the casket as three other men helped him move the casket onto the middle shelf between the H and L engraved ones. He had never been inside the family mausoleum, and his eyes wondered to the casket on the bottom with the L marked on it. He stumbled back against the wall, almost causing a disruption that made Gao's casket lose support. The three other men yelled curses and managed to finish the job without a accident.

All of the remaining pallbearers left the mausoleum down the vine covered steps. They bowed their heads to Grandfather Cheung, who was speaking to the Chinese press. Peng's eyes looked wild and his face cringing up as he remained in the crypt. Was Lien dead? Had he been so blind to not notice such a thing happening? In his worry, he pulled out the bottom casket while the other men were outside and feverishly undid the latches. He started sweating when he cracked it open, bracing himself to see the body of Lien. "Please God, don't let it be true." He prayed and swung open the casket.

To his relief, he found that it was empty. Peng gritted his teeth and leaned forward as tears welled up in his eyes. "Fuck, I miss you." He wept and closed the casket, standing up and exiting the mausoleum, closing the gate and taking a moment to gather himself.

Outside of the mausoleum, Grandfather Cheung had been speaking. "My family wishes for privacy at this time as we grieve." He had ended the questions, the Cheung family had become something of celebrities...their extravagant lifestyles drawing public attention and death in the family was quite sensational. Peng had approached from behind and followed along, pushing through the crowd of cameras and journalists and he opened the door for Grandfather Cheung rushing to the driver's side and looking up at the rear view mirror. "Master, shall I take you to the estate?" Peng asked, hoping that this drive could be brief and he could continue his search for Lien.

"No, of course not you idiot. Drive to Yantai to my summer house. Little Japan wants to meet with the Triad." Grandfather Cheung started laughing, followed by wheezing. Peng tightened his grip on the steering wheel and turned over onto the freeway towards Yantai, the coastal city that allowed easy transport across the south China sea. The foundation of Triad power was how quickly drugs could be moved without being detected on the sea. "I'm going to squash that Russian bug once and for all. He'll be powerless without the Kudo Kai's help, even if they've got the Italians." He chuckled again as the drive carried on. It was natural for Peng to feel a bit tense, he wanted to pull over and kill the man who was targeting his own grandchildren. Specifically, what bothered him most was that he knew his boss was planning on killing Lien too.

"Sick fuck." Peng blurted out on accident from his anger bubbling up and Master Cheung rose a brow, beginning to reach for his side. "What was that?" The old man questioned and Peng tensed up, had he said that out loud? "What was what?" Peng asked dumbfounded by what his boss meant, eyes flashing from the mirror to the road. "You said sick fuck, is that what you think of me?" Master Cheung's paranoia was getting the best of him and his ailing health was making him more hostile as of late. "What?! No! Of course not, Master. The Russian brat...he is who I meant. Not you, never you." Peng laughed anxiously, heaving a sigh.

Master Cheung eased up as they reached the house near the beach in Yantai, the old man had relaxed. Peng pulled into the driveway and waited in the car for a moment as the other men helped Cheung inside. This day had been exhausting and to Peng it seemed all roads were leading to certain calamity. He felt powerless and worried about how he treated Lien when he last saw him, to have put his hands on Lien. It was eating Peng alive with guilt, because he had in the past year been falling in love with his ward.

He knew Lien better than anyone and he was determined to do whatever it took to keep him from meeting the same fate as Gao. He feared that Master Cheung had something terrible planned for the last remaining Triad heir. He had pulled out a phone from his pocket, it was Lien's old one used to contact Vitya for the first time. Peng looked up out the window as he turned the cat off and opened the phone, dialing the number.

After several rings, a voice had answered the phone and Peng had spoke very clearly into it. "He is here. Come quickly."