Chapter 2
Meanwhile, in the great Harbour City of Sydney, Australia, the people here were friendly and sympathetic, as they were lucky enough not to have the previous war affected them by the Mishima Zaibatsu. Someone was strolling near where the opera house was as he was dressed in a white full suit and a gray coloured business shirt completed with black leather shoes. It was Lee Chaolan as he has decide to take some personal time off by coming to Sydney and left his capable staff members in charge of running Violet Systems back in Berlin.
“What an excellent harbour view this is...I wish someday I could move my office here to this wonderful city of dreams.”
Lee as a tourist decides to head the bar accommodation areas of the city in King’s Cross. He makes his way to the suburb by travelling across Macquarie Street and then down to College Street and finally makes a left turn to the busy road of William Street.
“What excellent heritage sights...The parliament house, the magnificent cathedral of St. Mary and the Australian Museum. These are just the few of many wonderful places of interest in the city of Sydney.”
Lee takes his time walking along William Street and along the way he manages to buy himself a new pair of sunglasses from a tourist and souvenir store.
“Hmm...I certainly look most elegant and all.”
Lee finally arrives at the suburb of King’s Cross as this area was quite busy and many bar lovers come here because of the bars and pubs along the busy Darlinghurst Road.
“Let me check my iPhone 4 again.”
Lee then gets out his iPhone 4 from his pocket and quickly goes to his contacts folder and looks up the very thing he was looking for.
“Goons For Hire, Sydney, King’s Cross, Darlinghurst Road...The Phoenix Club.”
“Almost found it...Maybe it would be better if I ask around.”
Therefore, Lee asks some of the people around and they happen to know the place as it was further down the road, which would be just close to where Maclaey Street was. He makes his way there and right in front of him was the ‘Phoenix Club’ the very place he had been looking for.
“What an outstanding place.”
Lee then puts his iPhone 4 back in his pocket and notices a convenience store just opposite.
“I think I might go and have something to eat first before I go in.”
Meanwhile, deep inside the ‘Phoenix Pub’ as it was a three storey building with exceptional room inside. The ground floor was the main bar area and all you can eat buffet and high-class restaurant. There were pool or billiard tables on the far left side close to the lounge room area. The basement floor was the snooker and a small gambling area as well as a few Arcade game machines. Finally, the top floor was the staff area with a large office complete with a mini-bar and a personal pool/billiard table, a small conference room with a pantry and lavatory. Inside the large office, was the manager of the club, a well-known Tekken fighter by the name of Paul Phoenix who looked pretty much the same in the two previous Iron Fist tournaments. He was sitting in his comfy chair that was in front of his rectangular desk with a Windows 7 HP laptop.
“Hey, Bryan...Where are the guys?”
“My guess would be the basements levels...They love a good snooker game.”
“It figures.”
Paul was dashed out in a black and red business pimp suit with his hair straighter up while his former rival-turn friend, Bryan Fury, a hybrid of man and cyborg sat in one of the black sofa couches beside the pool/billiard table.
“Hey, Bryan...You might want to get some high classy clothes.”
“You sure?”
“I am sure, buddy.”
“Well, I might pop to Myers and make a glance.”
“You could try the ones in the QVB building.”
“I know.”
Sure enough, one of Paul’s men who happens to be a man in his 30s with plain brown hair walks into Paul’s office. He was dressed in a black T-shirt and black formal trousers and leather shoes strolls in and has important news to tell him.
“Boss.”
“What is it?”
“Someone just came into the bar and asks to see you in person?”
“This person have a name?”
“Yeah, he said his name was Lee Chaolan.”
Paul froze for a moment full of peculiarity and Bryan looked kind of surprised with curiosity.
“Really?”
“Uh, yes...I see.”
“You sure is him.”
“Yes, Mr. Fury...That’s what he told me.”
“Okay, escort him up.”
“Yes, boss.”
“Bryan, would you...”
“Prepare a drink for our guest? No problem.”
“Thanks.”
Sure enough, Lee Chaolan himself comes up to the classy office of Paul Phoenix as Paul nods in gratitude to his man for doing his part as Lee greets Paul with a smirk smile.
“Paul Phoenix...I see you are doing pretty well for yourself.”
“Lee Chaolan...How have you been?”
“I am good...And Bryan Fury, right? You haven’t change a bit. Still looking quite muscular and all.”
“Take that as a compliment, Lee...How have you been these days?”
“Excellent as a matter of fact...Anyway, that ad you guys put in the pair really astonishes me.”
“You mean our advertisement of ‘GFH’, Goons for Hire?”
“Exactly.”
“Well, it was my idea, actually...Also Miguel thought about it as well.”
“Me too.”
“And my former rival-turn-best buddy, Bryan of course.”
“Well...Excellent idea it is.”
“So, you wish to hire us, right?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact...I need some things done and I wonder if you guys might be interested?”
“On what?”
“A job that I have in mind...Actually, me and my mutual business partner.”
“A mutual business partner?” asked Bryan sounding very curious.
“Yes, without a doubt I believe you know who it is?”
Both Paul and Bryan thought about this for a moment as Paul has a good idea of whom Lee is referring to.
“That would be Kazuya Mishima, right?”
“Excellent...You are a smart man, Paul.”
“Well, it’s logical. Isn’t it, Bryan?”
“Indeed.”
Sure enough, three people make their way up to the office as it was Paul’s other friends and well-known Iron Fist fighters.
“Hey, Paul...Guess what?”
“What?”
“I beat Miguel here in snooker.”
“But just by one point, amigo.”
“Yeah, yeah...You were great. Right, King?”
“Grrr...Grrr.” (Yes, he was.)
“Gentlemen, a pleasure to meet you all again.”
“Hey, it’s Lee Chaolan.”
“Craig Marduk, King and Miguel Rojo...A pleasure to meet you all once more.”
Craig Marduk was a tall and heavy weight pro-wrestler and he was decked out in a most flashy yellow suit with a black business shirt and shiny leather shoes. The person beside him with a leopard head was King, another pro-wrestler himself but shorter in terms to Craig himself. He was Craig’s long time friend and rival but he does not have the power of speech as all he could do was growl and mumble. However, they were understood clearly by Craig himself but for the reason how remains uncleared. The person remaining was Miguel Rojo with a Spanish background as he was a pro fighter in kempo and power boxer with quite a brutal style. He had an agenda to avenge Jin Kazama for involvement in killing her sister during when the last Iron Fist tournament. He was deeply saddened to hear that Jin had died and couldn’t get the chance. He wanders into the wrong crowd afterwards and eventually his anger and pride led him to walk the wrong path and now he has become a formidable villain himself.
“Gentlemen...As I was saying to your friends here. I have a job in mind for all of you.”
“A job?”
“A job?”
“Grrr?” (A job?)
Craig, King and Miguel asked curiously as the three of them make their way to where Paul was sitting and stood beside his office desk while Lee continues to speak to them all.
“Yes, it’s what my mutual business partner and I have thought about together as some sort of secret project.” said Lee.
“Secret project?” asked Paul.
“It’s need to know.” replied Lee.
“Need to know...You mean we need to know?” asked Miguel puzzled as Paul then gets up and pounds Craig on the head a few times with his left knuckle.
“Hello, Craig! Hello, anybody home?!” barked Paul angrily.
“OW! What’s that for, Paul?” asked Craig sounding quite offended and all.
“Think, Craig! Think!” barked Paul.
“Think?” asked Craig.
“Yes...What Lee was saying is that it’s top secret or...” said Paul as Bryan interrupted him.
“Classified.” interrupted Bryan.
“Yeah, classified...Thanks, Bryan.” replied Paul.
“Don’t mention it.” said Bryan.
“Okay, top secret.” said Craig.
“So, what’s the thing you can tell us about?” asked Miguel to Lee as he was more than happy to oblige and tells them all.
“Well, I am hosting a new club here in Sydney in Darling Harbour...A strip club to be exact and I am in need of some beautiful and cute girls...Teenagers to be precise.” said Lee in a sly tone.
“And you will tell us where to get them, right?” asked Paul as he was very interested.
“Of course, Paul.”
Lee then takes out his iPhone and goes to the bookmarked web pages and after some hand pressing he literally sends the pages to the GFH hotmail inbox. Paul and the others didn’t know at first when King captures sight of the computer that something has just appeared on the computer screen at the bottom right corner.
“Grrr...Grrr.” (Paul, look at computer.)
“Look at computer and...”
Paul then sees it as he has one unread email and he quickly goes to his inbox and checks it. He finds it as it was Lee who has send something to him.
“That’s it? You have sent it to my email.” said Paul.
“Yes...I recommend you guys print it out and all. Makes it easily then everyone here all glancing at the computer monitor itself.” said Lee.
“If you insist...Miguel, would you switch the printer on.”
“No problemo.” Replied Miguel speaking in his usual Spanish accent as Paul reads through the email attachments that Lee had send him. The first was the main page of the website for the school named: ‘Milson’s Point Grammar Academy’ located not too far from the Milson’s Point station itself’.
“So, that’s the first page of the school where we can find some teenage girls, right?”
“Of course...I trust you will like the next set of pages, which I have picked out that would help you of what you actually need to do.”
Paul then looks at the other attachments and eventually they get what they were looking for, photos of the students of all year 10 students as Lee picked the year himself because it suited to what he was looking for.
“Wow...The boys are quite all right and good looking but the girls...”
“The girls are what?”
“They are quite beautiful, cute and most important of all...Sexy. Don’t you think so, Bryan?”
“Yes, indeed they are, Paul.”
Bryan chuckles with a wide smile on his face as the looks of the girls of year 10 makes him like he was in heaven.
“Indeed they are.”
Craig was completely obsessed with the girl’s looks as he lost all focus by just staring at the computer screen with his eyes wide open and his tongue was sticking out.
“It makes me want to cry.”
Craig was in an emotional state as King who was beside scratches his head and was rather confused of why his buddy was so taken by the girl’s beauties.
“Grrr?” (What?)
Miguel crosses his arms and she too was quite fond of the girl’s looks as it reminds him of the beauty of his late sister.
“Some of them remind of my sister.”
“Hey, mate...I am sorry for her.”
“Thanks, amigo...They are sexy, don’t you think?”
“Precisely.”
“So, gentlemen...We have an agreement?” asked Lee rubbing his gentlemen and not so sweaty hands together with a smirk smile on his face.
“Yes, we will take the job...Just the final details.”
“Details? Oh, yes...How many do I want and how much I am paying you.”
“Exactly...How many does our client want?” asked Paul as he takes out his office notepad from his desk drawer and puts it on the desk beside the keyboard.
“Well, five would do.”
“Okay, five.”
Paul then writes down five girls on his notepad.
“Just five...No more no less.”
“Well, I will pay you 10,000 for each girl.”
“10,000 as in...”
“Dollars, Paul...Bills in non-sequential format.”
“That’s good...We wouldn’t want too more trouble for us...I do have one request however.”
“That would be?”
“We like the money in another currency, if you please.”
“Not Australian Currency? I can do that but wouldn’t it be quite a trouble for you to change it back to Australian dollars from the other among that you wish to choose.”
“I know...But could you do us a favor of that too?”
Lee thought about this for a moment and he without a hassle accepts to Paul’s terms.
“Very well...I will happily handle your banking and all.”
“Much appreciated.”
“So, enlighten me of what currency do you like to money to be in?”
“Well, I would ask my pals first. Bryan?”
“In Euros.”
“Euros...That doesn’t sound very expensive.”
“How about Indonesian Rupiah?”
“Hello?! Hello, anybody home?!” bellowed Paul pounding on Craig’s bald head again with his right fist knuckle.
“OW! That hurt, man.”
“Huh! Think, Craig...Think you big dumb head moron! Think!” grunted Paul as he finishes pounding on Craig’s bald head with one quick blow using his right fist knuckle.
“HEY! I am no big dumb head moron!”
“Don’t you that Indonesian Rupiah is the cheapest and worthless of all the currencies in the world?!”
“Uh...I do not.” said Craig casually while rubbing the back of his bald head.
“Well, now you do!” replied Paul sounding most unsympathetic and all.
“My bad.”
“King, what say you?”
“Grrr...Grrr.” (I will like to have the money in Yen.)
“Japanese yen...Well, that is quite satisfactory too...Miguel, what about you?”
“In um...Perhaps in Spanish Pesetas.”
“Spanish Pesetas?”
“Si.”
“Well, I would say US dollars.”
“Excellent...US is the outstanding of all dollar currencies.”
“So, guys...US dollars?” asked Paul as Bryan and the others were all in agreement.
“Very well, US dollars it is then.”
“Excellent...So, five girls with each for 10,000.”
“How about 20,000 for each?”
“Okay, I guess it wouldn’t be a problem, Paul.”
“So, amigo...We get bonus for any additional girls we captured?” asked Miguel folding his arms in a most casual manner.
“Absolutely, amigo...Shall we say, 5,000 for each additional girl?”
“5,000 sounds reasonable.”
“Good...You guys have all the time in the world to do this but if you guys fail then...”
“I know the drill, Lee...We shall not fail.” replied Bryan as he and Paul knows the drill of a mercenary paid job. If you succeed you get paid and if you fail then no paid.
“Precisely.”
“Well, we have an accord then?”
“Accord it is.”
Therefore, Paul and Lee then shake each other’s hands when suddenly one of Paul’s bouncers downstairs rushes up with something terrible to report.
“Paul...Boss!”
“What is it?”
“It’s um...It’s...”
“Spit it out, chump...What’s wrong?” asked Craig sounding quite serious.
“It’s Hwoarang’s gang...They are on their way here.”
“A gang war again, no doubt.” muttered Paul to himself as he was disgusted whenever it comes to a gang war with him and Hwoarang. The reason was sometime again, Paul had decided to leave USA and come to Sydney to seek refuge and start a new life. He met up with a few of his old buddies who had too fled to Sydney as well. Eventually, they all wanted to make something of themselves and therefore, Paul and his buddies established a business front in King’s Cross and they recruited quite a number of gang members and named themselves: ‘The GFH’ or ‘The Mad Phoenix Biker Gang’. They manage to start some protection rackets by taking quite a number of retail stores around the area including the Edgecliff and Rose Bay. The Pier Restaurant on New South Head Road was the place that Paul often likes to go. Eventually, they try to take the area in Chinatown where by chance, Paul’s old buddy Marshall Law, a well-known but venomous charming Chinese kung fu fighter. He had set up shop in a restaurant call, the ‘Golden Circle Restaurant’, which he changed the name itself to ‘The Marshall Law Restaurant’. Paul and Marshall decide to split the retail business in Chinatown between them but however someone by chance steps in and declares the all the area of Chinatown and including Paddington Market not to mention, the districts of HayMarket and Ultimo, the Tumalong Park and Chinese Garden their turf. It was Hwoarang, a Tekken fighter like Paul was and Paul was outraged of this and he smacks Hwoarang and he smacks him back. Paul’s guys and literally Hwoarang’s guys confronted each other. Marshall himself offers a cease-fire and allows Hwoarang to keep the areas that he had said and Paul can retain his own territories and have the right to claim the whole of Oxford Street from Paddington to Bondi as well as the districts of Darlinghurst and Potts Point. Paul and Hwoarang comes to a mutual agreement thanks to Marshall but eventually deep down they just wanted to get rid of the other and claim their turf areas as well. Bryan notices Paul was in some kind of trance and tries to snap him out of it by waving his right hand in front of Paul’s face.
“Paul?”
“Stop that...Whatever it is you are doing, Bryan.”
“My bad...I just want to see if you are back in reality.”
“Of course I am.”
“Amigo...Shall we go and greet him back honorably?”
“Absolutely, Miguel...Gather all the boys in the club and we are going out to meet them in the street.”
“You mean the pub, right?”
“Whatever, Craig...Put on your game faces everyone. It’s time to rumble again.”
“Aye!”
“You guys don’t mind if I stay as observer, do you?”
“Not at all, Lee...You can act as referee for this.”
“The pleasure’s mine.”
“Right, let’s go...First things first, let us also put on our biker jackets that symbolize of who we are.”
“YEAH!” replied Bryan clutching his fists in excitement.
“Time to kick some butt!”
“GRRRR!” (Kick butt!)
“Yeah, let’s get to it, amigos.”
Therefore, Paul, his friends as well as his men get ready to go out onto Darlinghurst Road and meet their rival gang members led by the arrogant and Korean Taekwondo fighter, Hwoarang. Why did he turn bad remains a complete mystery as he is not the type to split his own secrets out into the open. He and his large number of gang members all having a Korean background marched behind him as they take to the streets on foot and marching down William Street and then make a left to Darlinghurst Street.
“Come on, lads! We are here to make big, eat big of king crabs of lobsters, right?”
“RIGHT!”
“And we are not here to eat sewer shit and rats, right?”
“RIGHT!”
“Then follow me, chums...We are the best, the outstanding and vicious ‘Hwoarang Gang’, right?”
“RIGHT!”
Hwoarang himself was dashed out in a purple and black pimp business suit with black leather shoes. He had cut his hair into a fine blond look and wore his old pair of sunglasses on the top of his forehead.
“Okay, men...Game faces on. It’s melting time.”
“AYE!”
Sure enough, one of Hwoarang’s men catches sight of Paul and his gang marching slowly towards them.
“Boss...There’s Paul Phoenix and his gang.”
“Yes, I can see that...This ought to be most entertaining.” replied Hwoarang smirking baneful.
All the pedestrians on the street clear out and take cover inside the buildings and eventually the drivers of the vehicles on the road between them literally abandoned their vehicles as they do not wish to get caught in the middle.
“The people are getting out of the way...Smart of them to do so.”
On the other side, Paul eyes at Hwoarang as he along with his buddies and his men marched slowly towards them and quite a number of them were armed with aluminum made baseball bats.
“Okay, Bryan...They have numbers but we know these streets quite well so I say we try and even the odds a bit.”
“I am all ears.”
Paul whispers something to Bryan as he nods in agreement and convinces Miguel to join him as the two of them head back the way they came. Their sole main purpose was not known but Paul had every confidence that this plan would be more than enough to tip the balance of victory in their favour. Craig moves forward slightly as he was strolling in between both Paul and Lee Chaolan who has chosen to come along for this particular gig as an observer.
“Say, Paul?”
“What’s up, Craig?”
“We have a slight issue here...We are few numbers and Hwoarang has many. So, aren’t we at a slight disadvantage here?”
“I know...I have a plan. Bryan and Miguel have gone to do something to even the odds.”
“I see.”
“You and King will be my vanguards...A crucial part in all of this. So, you pumped for action?”
“Uh...Sure, Paul. I am pumped for action!”
“Good to hear...King, you gamed?”
“Grrr! GRRRR!” (Yeah, I am pumped for action!)
“Good to know.”
Eventually, the two gangs were getting closer as Paul announces that it was time for parley, meaning a talk with the enemy before and battle. Not very popular but it comes with the tradition of the times. Paul and Hwoarang steps forward and stood within ten feet of each other and their arms were folded firmly across their chests.
“Hwoarang, you dirty and arrogant Korean bitch...How have you been?”
“Paul, you mad dog biker king of tofu...I hope you are well?”
Both of their sarcastic remarks greatly amused Lee greatly who was here strictly as an observer.
“So, this time you are invading my turf?” asked Paul.
“Yeah, considering how you have your thugs launch three to four attacks on my business fronts and beat up a couple of my guys that are still in intensive care at the Sydney Hospital on Macquarie Street.” sneered Hwoarang.
“Shame really...The St. Vincent’s Hospital on Darlinghurst Road and St. Luke’s Hospital, on Roslyn Street are two great hospitals too and have much more facilities as well more supervising staff...Unfortunately for you guys, they are in our territory and we collect their protection money.” gloated Paul casually.
“Screw you!” grumbled Hwoarang angrily as Paul’s taunt angers him. Eventually Hwoarang himself captures the sight of Lee Chaolan, a familiar face he saw during the previous Iron Fist tournaments.
“Hey, Lee Chaolan...What’s a rich and wealthy guy such like you doing on their side?”
“Oh, my apologies, Hwoarang...I am here strictly as an observer and possibly the referee in this.”
“I see...Why don’t you stand aside and let me and Paul take care of our own business?”
“Of course...Paul, you wouldn’t mind, do you?”
“Of course not.”
Lee then steps aside and takes a comfortable seat by a park bench.
“This will be quite a show.”
“So, Paul...This time we are here to drive you and your pitiful band of hoodlums out of my turf?”
“Your turf? I don’t see your name written on it, pal.”
Paul and Hwoarang then steps back closer to their fellow friends and gang members as this signals the start of the gang war.
“We shall see...Boys, take them. Show them what the might of the ‘Hwoarang Gang’ can do!”
Hwoarang’s boys charged forward as most of them were armed with no other than their flesh and blood fists while a few packed metal rods and golf clubs. Paul then also gives the order for his boys to attack as it was time to show them what his gang is made of.
“Go forward, men! Show them the prowess of might of the ‘GFH’!”
“Come on, lads...Stay close to me! I shall crush the lives out of them!” bellowed Craig as charges forward with his buddy, King by his side.
“You with me, King?”
“GRRR!” (Always!)
Craig and King leads Paul’s group as both sides came together with each other slamming as well as tackling in one another like a rugby or NRL match. Paul and Hwoarang, the leaders of their group decide to get down and get dirty by joining in the fight themselves.
“Time to get serious! I, Hwoarang from Korea shall annihilate you all!”
“Yeah, time to get some...BUTT! Paul Phoenix from USA shall take you all your sorry asses down!”
Hwoarang was in the thick of it as although he had greater numbers, Paul’s men were all quite muscular and well built that kind of gives them the edge in close quarters fighting. Hwoarang helps his fellow gang members and engages them with his powerful kick attacks to even the odds a bit. Paul grabs hold of a baseball bat from a knock down thug of his and uses that to fight Hwoarang’s gang members. Lee watched from the sidelines with an interested look on his face as the two sides were quite even with numbers and power.
“Excellent...I really like to see brawls such as this.”
Eventually, Hwoarang’s participation helps his men gain the upper hand as he directs them to start ganging up one at a time on the enemy. Paul realizes that it was time to ignite his part of the plan and he falls back with Craig and King covering him. He amusing gets out his cell phone and dials Bryan’s number while he spars single handed with one of Hwoarang’s guys with his right side facing him.
“Bryan, you there?”
“Paul, how’s the brawl going?”
“Fifty-fifty...I think it is time.”
“Okay, we are coming.”
“Good and um...” began Paul as he kicks his opponent in the balls with him grunting in pain and afterwards Paul smacks his elbow into the thug and knocks him spark out.
“Do hurry though.”
“10-4, partner.”
Paul then hangs up as one of his men comes and reports that Hwoarang’s gang is gaining the advantage over them and that it would be best to fall back to a safer position and mount a proper defense.
“Boss, Hwoarang and his men are overwhelming the guys. Perhaps it would be best if we fall back...”
“No, hold the line, men! Our reinforcements are on their way very soon...You and the lads must hold it together!”
“Aye, boss!”
Paul then gives an order to his men to hold the line and give the enemy all they have got to buy time for Bryan, Miguel and the reinforcements to arrive. Hwoarang was not aware of this as he and his men press their attack by ganging up on them.
“Keep attacking, men! Pound them into submission!”
Hwoarang’s fighting spirit was high as little was he aware that Bryan Fury, Miguel Rojo along with another small group of their men were right behind them strolling closer to them.
“You ready, Miguel?”
“Ready as I ever been, amigo.”
“Men, game faces on.”
“Aye!”
“Right...ATTACK!”
Bryan, Miguel and the reinforcements charged forward as eventually one of Hwoarang’s guys realizes that they are in big trouble now.
“Boss, we have been outflanked!”
“WHAT?”
Hwoarang and more of his men glances back to see enemy reinforcements are coming right towards them.
“Bryan Fury, Miguel Rojo! You dare to strike me from behind?!”
“Hey, Hwoarang...Nothing personal. But since Paul doesn’t like you then I do not like you either!”
Bryan got close and manages to strike at blow at Hwoarang while Miguel and the rest of the ‘GFH’ gang members go and help their allies. Paul sensing momentum on their side decides it was time to press their offensive.
“Men, momentum is with us! Give them everything you’ve got!”
“AYE!”
Therefore, Paul, Craig and King as well as their men presses their attack and eventually the tide was shifting back to the favor so Hwoarang decide to have everyone of his men whom were still standing and able to fight to form a circle. The reason of what he has in mind remains unknown as he was apparently improvising as he goes.
“Lads, form a circle and don’t let them get in!”
“You sure, boss?”
“I am sure...Move it!”
Hwoarang’s men without hesitation form a circle with Hwoarang himself in the middle.
“Okay, let’s spilt...Half on the left and half on the right! DIVIDE AND CONQUER!”
“YEAH!”
Hwoarang divides his gang members into two groups with one half engaging Bryan, Miguel and their guys and the other half engaging Paul, Craig and King as well as their men. This gang war was bouncing back and forth with neither gaining the upper hand. Lee watches as Paul smacks one or two of Hwoarang’s guys in the face leaving a big bruise on their eyes plus knocking their spark out. Craig uses his wrestling skills and throws one of Hwoarang’s guys onto the top of a parked car smashing its windscreen as well as the glass itself. Hwoarang uses his strong kicks and literally kicks one of Paul’s guys up high and smashes through the glass of a retail store. Miguel and Bryan double tag teams several of Hwoarang’s guys and King slams a few of Hwoarang’s guys with his own fists and kicks. Eventually, a motorcycle rider arrives at the scene and was quite amused to see the whole gang war between Paul and Hwoarang’s gang up in full swing.
“My, my...What a burly brawl.”
The motorcycle rider then parks the vehicle beside one of the parked cars and close to where Lee Chaolan was sitting as he does not laid a finger but just watches the whole gang war continuing.
