Yenay allowed herself a somewhat embarrassed smile when she was thanked by the boss. It was certainly not the most common expression to be found upon her face, but the boss was around, so she was pretty much always going to be in a good mood. He was the sole person in a mile that she actually trusted enough to talk to, everyone else in the room, especially that bloodthirsty man that had walked in after the boss, and that Cui woman, were just strangers and therefore couldn’t be trusted in her eyes. She had tried to talk to those people before, only to be met with words of how she was a psycho and other, even more hurtful insults. She had since just given up on those people, they seemed to hate her, and as such she would just not talk with them. It was simple.<br/><br/>Sweeping her, tree bark brown hair from her face. Yenay took a sip from the can of orange soft drink that she had left upon the table, luckily enough she hadn’t accidentally knocked the thing over when the woman had presented herself. She loved the taste of such a drink; it was one of the few beverages that she actually enjoyed to drink. Every now and then, she would glance at the boss while he was eating, or at one of the two people that had followed him into the kitchen. The bloodthirsty man and Cui. Though she glanced at the boss far more often, she knew that he was one of the few people in the hideout that seemed capable of actually showing some kind of happiness. Looking outside of the window closest to herself, she noticed that it was at that point in a day where it wasn’t quite night yet not quite day. The slight interlude between them that separated them. Or, at least that is how she saw it, which meant that is was likely to be far from correct. Despite the fact that she had slept just a few minutes ago, she still felt extremely tired.<br/><br/>Yenay was eventually broken from her starring at the widow, when the boss went and placed the empty bowl that had previously held his ramen, in the sink. She smiled at him when he looked at her; he requested that she bring him a bottle of Sake. She nodded, and immediately got up and went towards where the gang kept their Sake. It was kept in a separate room to the kitchen, not far away, but a place similar in temperature to a wine cellar, plus it kept people guessing so they never drank all the Sake or alcohol in general. Arriving at the room, she opened the door quietly, and entered the room.<br/><br/>It was a relatively drab and dull room, just like pretty much everywhere else in the hideout. She hurried over to the area of the room where the sake was kept, and grabbed a bottle before exiting the room, and shutting the door behind her. Yenay hurried back to the kitchen, she knew that the boss hated to wait. Handing the boss the bottle of Sake she smiled before sitting back in her seat once again.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Cui opened the bottle he had just taken out from the Kitchen fridge and took a long drink from it. It was refreshing, especially since she hadn’t had a drink since yesterday. Every now and then, she would glance over to the boss as he ate, or that psychopath girl that sat next to him. Cui had never liked her in the slightest. Though she tried to turn her mind back to the previous events of that day or night rather. The interrogation had gone extremely well, save for the fact that their target had eventually fallen unconscious, likely due to the blood loss and the beatings that he suffered. But it didn’t matter now. They knew what they wanted to know, and now he was either in his sister’s home, having his wounds treated. Or…he was still in the warehouse that had left him in, maybe he had just regained consciousness and now felt the full extent of the pain they had inflicted upon him.<br/><br/>The thought of the broken knee that she had given him, placed a sadistic grin upon Cui’s face, which may have looked a tad odd to the outsider. She had paid very little attention to the events in the kitchen from the last few minutes however, but now she saw that Ryu had walked into the kitchen, and seemed to be drinking which altogether wasn’t an uncommon pass time or activity here in the hideout. He had demonstrated quite well that he was a vicious and bloodthirsty person however, perhaps a bit a liability should pus come to shove, but Cui doubted it somewhat, street rats tended to be three things. Uneducated, Unwashed, but utterly loyal to their source of income, or in this case, home and income.<br/><br/>Cui also noticed that the boss’ pet psycho had gone and retrieved for him a bottle of Sake, rice wine. She considered joining in upon their drinking, but decided to leave them to it. There needed to be someone that wasn’t drunk out of their minds in the room.<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Zhiao hadn’t been bothered in the least by the killing just minutes ago. He simply didn’t give a damned about idiots like that, if they wanted to walk in-front of him, like someone with a death wish, then he would grant that death wish to them. Plus it wasn’t like he was traceable as the killer, he had been in this line of work for far too long, and knew the tricks that the law enforcement would try to use to track the murderer down. Too bad they were often incompetent morons that couldn’t catch a murderer if he walked into the station and admitted to his crimes. Then again, the police had killed his previous gang, so caution was always advised.<br/><br/>He drew near to the meeting point now; he was meeting one of his contacts about two things, weapons and a few modifications to his vehicle. The former was important, but the latter was his absolutely prized possession, he would quite literally kill someone that dared to damage his car, no exceptions. When he reached the meeting point, he parked his car just a few metres away from his contact’s car and exited. The contact, a man, was already stood outside his car.<span style="color: #FF0000"> “Hey!”</span>He said to Zhiao, walking towards him with a friendly expression upon his face, he had known Zhiao for years now, ever since he had first had dealings with his first gang, the ones that introduced him into the world of crime that he now resided in.<span style="color: #FFFF00"> “Greetings.” </span>Zhiao replied, a smile appearing upon his face<span style="color: #FFFF00">. “I assume you know why I am here?” </span>He added, with the smile still upon his face.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“Ah yes, I know why you are here. I have a lot in the way of eh, ‘stock’ as it were.”</span>An even larger smile spread across the contact’s face. He had weapons galore in his car trunk. Opening the car’s trunk, he gestured towards about eight black suitcases filled with weapons.<span style="color: #FF0000"> “Just what you ordered eh?” </span>The contact laughed.<span style="color: #FF0000">“But, you know what I ask of first.” </span>He added, holding out his hand.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">“Indeed I do.”</span>Zhiao answered, taking out a small plastic bag filled with cash notes and handing it to the man. Walking over to his own car, he opened the truck and went back to his contact’s car.<span style="color: #FFFF00">“Care to help me?”</span>He asked the man with a slight smile. The contact nodded, and assisted Zhiao, taking a few of the black suitcases to his car and placing them inside the trunk.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">“There are a lot of weapons here. You trying to build an army or something?”</span>The contact asked with a grin.<br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">“I don’t think so, but maybe.”</span>Came the reply from Zhiao.<br/><br/>When they were finished, Zhiao and the contact shook hands and then proceeded to their respective vehicles. The contact would drive off to wherever his home was, much like Zhiao was doing with his one home. His was armed to the teeth now.