A cargo boat anchored into the docks of Hong Kong. A group of burly men readily awaited. As the captain boarded off of the ship, the largest of the men approached him.

“We’re here to receive the cargo for the Ma Ha Lo Cafe.” he said, his voice gruff.

The captain eyed this large man warily. He was used to the regular deliver men, not these thugs. Still, they may be new. “Can I see some ID, please?”

The large man produced a credit card sized ID and flipped it quickly in front of the captain’s face. The captain had not a good chance to get a good look. But he knew if anything went wrong, the town’s saviours will come and set things right. Frowning, he bit his lip. “All right. Proceed.”

After the captain stepped out of the way, the burly men proceeded to unload barrells, refusing help from the other ship mates. The largest of the men stayed on the ground, secretly chuckling to himself. Everything was going according to plan. He could hardly wait.

Far off in the distance, two young men - one on a skateboard, one on rollerblades, sped down the road. They were moving so fast, they were only visible as a blur. Although one may think a person can’t move quite so fast on a skateboard or rollerblades, the two young men sped with the grace of the wind.

“We have to hurry, big brother.” the one on the rollerblades called. “Our informant told us about the gang ten minutes ago. We may be too late.”

“Keep your head up!” the other called back. “My instincts never lie. They're telling me we'll be on time.”

The young man on the skateboard raced across the crosswalk just as the light turned red. The other young man, who was slightly farther behind, payed no heed to the warning and sped across, just in time to hear a car honk. Quickly, he leapt in the air, landed on the hood of the oncoming car, and jumped off on the other side of the crosswalk. The driver of the car waved his fist, shouting angry cries.

"Sorry…" the young man on the rollerblades briskly apologised.

"Haha…that was a good one Ya---- whoa!" the young man on the skateboard cried, narrowly missing colliding into a young lady.

"Watch where you’re going, pal!" she cried.

"Sorry, miss!" The young man tipped his cap. “We’re in a hurry!”

Back at the docks, the ship crew and captain had left for the bar. Now that they were gone, the burly men worked faster than ever to unload the crates. One of the burly men got nervous over the passing time. "Hurry! They’ll be here any second!"

“Don’t trouble yourself. If they come, we’ll be ready for them.” said the gang leader. One got the impression that he actually wanted his pursuers to arrive. He licked his lips. He was up to a good challenge.

The two young men came to a halt at the port entrance. Just as they expected, they saw the gang. The young man in the cap nodded to the other, then turned his attention to the burly men.

"You there! What are you doing with our cargo?" the young man in the cap yelled.

The men stopped. Standing in their path were the two young men. They were identical twins but their similarities were not easily noticable. One brother kept his hair in a waist-long braid, the rest obscured by his blue and yellow baseball cap. He was clad in a tight, sleeveless top cut off at early midsection to reveal a well developed body. The other brother had long bangs swept to the side of his face. He was clad in a baggy, long-sleeve red robe which concealed his build for the most part. His aura was different too, he possessed a calm presence over his twin's dominating presence. These twins were famous in their small village. The thugs had been expecting them, but not this early. Nevertheless, the leader stepped forward, putting on an air of smugness.

"Well, well, well. If it ain't the Twin Dragons, Yun and Yang." said the leader. "We've been expecting you. Coming for your precious cargo for your grandmother's grocery, eh? Well, you're too late. It now belongs to us. And there's nothing you little punks can do about it. Right gang?"

The rest of the gang members gathered in their boss' spot, chuckling just as annoyingly.

"The name's Fondz." the leader continued as if the Twin Dragons cared. "Fondz of the Happy Mask Gang. And this here's Ire, Sorrow, Filth and Charity. We're gonna be your new worst nightmares."

The one with the braided hair, Yun, noticed that all the gang members, plus the barrels, were in plain view. 'They're just amateurs. Guess we didn’t have to worry so much after all.' He tipped the bill of his cap. "Do you even know what are in those barrels?"

The gang members looked at each other. They had spent all their time plotting against the Twin Dragons that they didn't find out what they were stealing in the first place. "Uh, no. What?"

"Snails."

Silence. The wind blew. All members of Happy Mask were in disbelief. "...snails?"

"That's right. Snails." Yun put his hands on his hips, smirking. "Check and see for yourself."

The men opened all of the barrel lids. Sure enough, each barrel was full of snails. Apparently one of the thugs had a fear of slimy things and ran away crying. Fondz growled.

"Are you trying to make fools of us?"

"Nah." Yun said, barely able to contain his amusement. "You made fools of yourselves with your own greed."

Fondz walked over to Yun. "Say that to my face, punk."

"Sure!" The moment the word flew out of Yun's mouth, his palm struck the leader in the jaw. Yun quickly followed up with a swift punch to the gut and a flurry of fist-related attacks too quick to be seen with the naked eye. All that was heard were 'whappity whap's a second after the blow was struck. Fondz stood, dumbfounded, confused at what Yun was doing. Smirking, Yun leapt back at a safe distance and held his hands in a guarding stance.

"The hell was that?"

Yun raised his arms and stood one leg – a traditional Kung Fu crane stance. "You are already dead."

"Wha...?" Before Fondz finished, he coughed up blood and fell face-first in the pavement. The other members of Happy Mask became angry.

"Let's get 'em!"

Ire and Sorrow ran at Yun. Yun grinned and punched Ire away, then spun around for a back side-kick to Sorrow's jaw. As soon as Sorrow fell back, Ire raced at Yun, fist extended. Yun ducked, flipped his skateboard using his foot, and flung it in Ire's face on the opposite angle of his fist, managing to knock Ire aside. As Ire teetered back, Yun followed up with a Zesho Hohou - a lunging punch - to the ribs, quickly spin around with a small leap and kicked Sorrow in the exact same area. Both men's ribs resonated a large crack, and they fell over in pain. Yun waved his arms into his figthting stance. He was having fun.

Filth and Charity chased after the other brother, thinking that since he appeared so passive, he would be an easy target. Yang saw them coming. 'At the angle they are coming in, any method of attack seems unlikely.' he figured. At the very last second of their approach, he swerved backwards, causing the two thugs to smack into each other. The two men growled and, blinded by anger, they ran after Yang. The calmer Twin Dragon rolled backwards on his rollerblades, waiting for the opening. Ire, one of Yun's pursuers, noticed the approaching Yang and immediately went for that target instead. Yun noticed the disappearance only too late.

"Yang! Behind you!" Yun cried.

Yang leapt up straight in the air and landed just behind Ire's head. Yang grabbed Ire by the back collar, kicked Ire in the back, and used that momentum to hurl Ire from where he came. "Yun! He's yours!"

Ire headed straight for the airborne Yun's skateboard. Skillfully, Yun flipped his skateboard over to his arms and planted multiple swift kicks in Ire's face. Ire fell ungracefully to the ground with a bloody face. Yun landed on his feet, holding his skateboard under his arm.

"Your ugly mug ain't good enough for my skateboard."

The four men, on the ground, cowered together. "T-they're too strong! Run!"

As quickly as the fight was over, they ran. Just after they left, a truck drove up and two men ran out. They were the real delivery men Yun and Yang were expecting.

"We got a note saying that the gang is going to steal all the cargo." one of the delivery men said. "What happened here?"

Yun gave a thumbs up sign. "Don't worry about it. Everything is taken care of."

The men looked at each other and then back at Yun. From the looks of things, and from seeing an unconcious Fondz on the ground, they suspected that they had fought off yet another threat. "You Twin Dragons are great."

"Ain't we?" Yun grinned. Yang folded his arms and exhaled. Attention was Yun’s cup of tea. Yang didn’t like people praising him to the skies.

"Let's haul these barrels over to the grocery. We'll give you a lift."

Yun nodded. "Thanks."

They loaded the barrels in the back truck and were off.