"Hey, ladies. Interested in buying some freshly caught snails? Five snails for the price of one." Yun winked.

The group of three sisters cringed. Not because of the thought of eating snails - they liked snails, cooked snails. They cringed because they couldn't understand how Yun could lean so casually on an open barrel full of alive snails and still be smiling. "You can't be serious, Yun."

"I am serious. Buy now and I'll even throw in my secret snail recipe cooked personally in your kitchen." Yun said with his most charming grin. He tipped his hat so the bill covered his eyes. 'Actually, it's Yang's secret recipe...'

"Perfect! We'll take one barrel." the sisters exclaimed.

'Heh heh. My charm never fails.' Yun snapped his fingers. "It's a deal! Pay at the counter, please."

Behind the store, Yang was working hard hauling the rest of the barrels out of the truck. He always believed in working hard to please his grandparents, and parents, wherever his parents may be. Though the hot sun beat down on him, he was still clad in his baggy, long sleeve robes.

The truck driver gave the young dragon a salute. "That's the last of them, Yang. Thanks for your help."

'No big deal.' Yang thought. He gave an indirect nod and walked away. Promptly, the truck drove off. As Yang approached the store, he looked to the side and saw his brother with the girls.

"Yun!" one of the girls screamed. "A snail's crawling on your arm! Eek!"

Yun looked on his arm. Sure enough, a snail had managed to escape and was slowly creeping along his arm. Calmly, he pulled the snail off and placed it back in the barrel. "There. All gone."

One of the sisters inspected his arm and noticed a thin trail of slime. "You have slime all over your arm. Here, let me wipe it off." Producing a hankerchief from her purse, she went to rub it off.

"No, let me!" The second sister reached for her hankerchief and tried to reach for Yun's arm first.

"Let me!" The third sister grabbed her hankerchief and pushed the other girls away.

Soon enough, chaos ensued as the girls fought over which one will wipe the slime off of Yun's arm first. Or rather which one will touch Yun's arm first. Yun tried to break up the fight, holding the barrel in one arm and waving to the girls with the other, but nobody listened to his desperate cries. The customers laughed. Yun's popularity will never die.

Yang chuckled to himself and continued his work. He went into the back store room and placed the last barrel in the corner. He placed one hand on his hip and wiped the sweat from his brow with the other. He was sure that all the snails will sell out within a day or two, especially with the rate Yun was going. With nothing more to do in this area, Yang went to see what his brother was doing. No sooner did he arrive when a desperate Yun grabbed him by the arm, looking desperate.

"Yang! Yang! Ya gotta help me! I'm in deep trouble, man!" Yun panted.

"What did you do this time?" Yang asked calmly.

"I promised those girls I'd cook them snails using your secret recipe, and you're the only one who knows your secret recipe. Be a pal and help me out here?"

Before Yang could answer, Yun tore off with the barrel in one arm and holding Yang's wrist in the other. He whipped out his skateboard from the middle of nowhere and sped down the road. Yang shook his head, smiling. Yun never ceases to amaze him.

The customers laughed again. They too, never ceased to be amused.

"Those twin dragons." an old man commented. "They'll be back soon enough."

"They're such wonderful young men." the old man's wife sighed. "So hardworking and thoughtful. I wish our grandchildren were like them. I can hardly imagine them doing anything remotely bad."

The day ended, settling in for the night. As the day people went to rest, the night population woke up. These are people who the day population scorns, forbids even. They are the dark lords. The crimelords. Only the laws of the underground prevail. Kill or be killed. Survive or die.

Underground fighting was popular among the night folk. When the moon is high, the night folk gather in the underground arena in the heart of Hong Kong. Street Fighters who don't mind getting their hands dirty gather from near and far. These tournaments are sponsored by only the highest ranking crimelords. Bets are placed on each fighter. Winner takes all, loser gets nothing. Same goes for the fighters. The fighters get paid only if they win the tournament. The crime lords benifit financially from these bets as they pay the victor only 30% of profits. However, the prize money always amounts to a royal sum. Even the most honorable fighters find themselves using cheap underhanded tactics to win.

Well, there are fighters exception to that rule.

That night, as usual, the lowest of scum, and those desperate for money, gathered to watch the nightly tournament. Each cheered for the fighter they placed their life upon. The roar was noxious but night folk and fighters alike were used to the noise.

"Entering the ring is 5-time winner, Spartacus." the announcer cried.

A giant man leaped into the ring. He tore off his shirt, threw his head back and roared an animalistic battle cry. The crowd went wild.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, entering the ring is the one you've all been waiting for..."

Sparticus' opponent quickly sized up his opponent. Though he prefered to fight on the fly, he knew that he should take in any first-hand information he could get. With great agility, he vaulted onto the platform. He had to win. His loved ones were counting on him.

"...Yun!"