Shen had contented himself with attempting to ignore the local gang that had walked into the place.  As long as they didn't try to hurt anybody, he wasn't going to cause a scene by rising out of his chair...<br/><br/>...yeah, right.  Who was he kidding?  He was going to start decking goons the moment that he saw an opening.  But that was going to change here in the next few moments, oh yes.  No sooner had he steeled himself to act than he saw the young woman hurry out of the back, and the big tough with the muscles hit her in the face, causing her to crumple to the floor.<br/><br/>Oh, that was<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">it</span></em></strong>.  Shit was on now.  Rising up our of his chair, Shen drew his Colt revolver, the weapon he had come to trust and rely on the most out of the arsenal that the HKPD had to offer him.<br/><br/>"Okay, asshole.  Shaking down the locals is one thing.  But you<strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>never</em></span></strong>.<em><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Hit</strong></span></em>.<em><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Women</strong></span></em>."  Positioning the business end of his gun over the upper portion of the head man's body, he pulled the trigger, hoping that the shot would rip the goddamn bastard's throat out.  Was no matter to him if it did, but this<em>huen dahn</em>deserved to take a few to his<em>pi gu</em>.