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Texas?!

Let me say this first: everything that's happened tonight is completely baffling and inexplicable, and also completely exhausting.

So let's just say I'm not in a great mood right now.

You hear what I'm saying?

One on one. If I win, you guys follow the rules to the letter.

...for at least one month.

(Just a month?!)

And if I win, then you and all your goldbricking busybodies have to mind your own damned business.

Fair's fair... But I won't go easy on you. Get ready!

Ugh. How did we come to this.

Hold on! Both of you, calm down! You can't just have a fistfight in the middle of the...

Woah! Kung fu! Sick!

The wolf's not going down easy. C'mon! Look out behind you!

It's been a long time since I saw Yan kung fu this good! Show us some more!

This isn't a show!

Get her, Texas!

Watch your leg! It's a feint!

You don't have to join in!

Soda. Want some?

Oh. Thank ya kindly. But ain't ya gonna try to stop this little kerfuffle?

I can't stop it. Looks like you know that already.

So we just watch?

Or I guess we could cheer them on?

*crackle*

What's that?

Attention! All good citizens attending the Sauin celebration!

What?

What's up? What's that guy doing?

Can you hear me?

Hey! You're too loud!

Aight. Great. You can hear me.

Now, everybody, quiet down! Quiet down please!

Lend me your ears. And bow before me.

What's this guy's deal?

Wait a minute, that's Emperor! From Monster Siren Records! C'mon!

Shouldn't he be in Columbia?! What's he doing in Lungmen?

What is Mr. Emperor... doing?

The boss always does this music producer thing.

I mean, he is a music producer.

Our operating capital ain't just from the logistics business. The baws's got all kinds of revenue streams. Like...

Like what?

Nah. Never mind. Prob'ly best not to say too much.

Grr!

What's the matter? You're slowing down.

Look how the people are moving around us. It's too regimented. Something's not right.

Don't make excuses!

EM! PER! OR!

EM! PER! OR!

...how noisy.

Today is Sauin, Mr. Emperor, but your dreadful 'music' is loud enough to wake the dead.

Say what?!

You... when did... how'd you get behind me...?

Good night, Mr. Emperor. And a happy Sauin to you.

...ugly ass rat, you better... remember...

What just happened? Is this some kind of play...?

Did he just stab Emperor? Is he dead?!

Hya!

Hai-ya!

Urk...!

Hey, Waai Fu, you hit the wrong...

No. She didn't.

We're surrounded.

Um... Did they follow us all the way from the slums?

All these fellers here, they're all on the same team?

No way. So many...

They're all here for us. It was a trap. And Mr. Emperor...

*Gasp!*

Is this thing on...? Ahem, hello? Testing? People of Lungmen, good evening.

Please do not panic. This dead fellow here is but an insignificant penguin. The Sauin celebrations will proceed as planned. Naturally, some professionals will be here shortly to remove this bothersome corpse.

Now I know this is quite sudden, and I apologize for the interruption, but I thought I would add one more special program to tonight's Carnival.

Our friends from Siracusa have brought us a very special gift. It is hidden somewhere here in this very Carnival.

Time grows short, my friends.

(Is he watching me? No, wait, that old man...)

It will be terrible if no one finds this precious treasure.

The very last surprise of your lives.

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Grandpa Rat~!

Why are you out here all alone, little one? And your face is filthy. Were you crawling through air ducts again?

Hehe, Uncle Ho gave this to me, Grandpa Rat! Uncle Ho said I'm small and I run fast, and if I got this to you quick enough he'd give me a yogurt. You have to tell him I did it!

Don't worry, Grandpa will tell him. Now you run along.

Thanks, Grandpa! Bye byee~!

Something wrong, Uncle?

Do you recall those Siracusans who came looking for us some time ago? The rest of their 'Family' has since come to Lungmen.

Should I contact our spy?

No need for that. Let us bide our time. They will come to us on their own.

What for?

To survive in Lungmen.

But it's not like they need anyone's permission for that. They might as well take a meeting with a Catastrophe.

If Catastrophes could speak, maybe we wouldn't need to fight each other.

...it's just like you said, Mr. Rat King.

It's Lungmen. Lungmen's got its own rules Wei Yenwu agreed to a decade ago. We ain't about to go breakin' 'em.

But you're the executive. That's why we're here to pay our respects.

...You want to wipe out Penguin Logistics, and take their place.

Exactly.

You don't know much about them, Sicilians. This deal would not be of benefit to you.

Hmph.

(Gambino!)

Are you tryin' to tell us we can't win? Mr. 'Rat King'?

Winning and losing are words that have no place in a business discussion. No wonder you had to flee Siracusa. You are no match for that woman.

You insult the Family?