Delivering the package.

Wang Yong was riding on his bike going back to the city when he saw someone leaning on a wall as he passed by a pharmacy. He saw the person's hand curved into three fingers, creating a hand signal which made him swerve into another lane.

From his review mirror, he spotted the car following him and decided to bend leaving the car behind. He made sure he was not followed before he entered, circling the area for a while before he finally entered a dark, abandoned street that was filled with homeless people around.

He stopped the bike and parked it opposite an old house which was deserted, some women who were scantily dressed and smoking in the veranda looked at him, inspecting him as they sat.

He smiled warmly and knocked on the door, pretending that he did not see one of the women take out a small phone from in between her cleavage and type something in the phone. Soon the door opened and a young girl who was wearing a mini skirt and a tube top came out, her strawberry red hair tied in a ponytail as she chewed gum with her red painted lips. "Hi, Handsome. What are you doing here?"

"I have some business to discuss with your old lady." He watched amusedly at the way her eyes narrowed in anger yet she continued to grind her curvaceous body on his.

"Old Lady? You mean, my boss? She is not around but she will be back before dawn. How about you let me take care of you while you wait for her arrival?" Her pink tongue which slithered out to lick his earlobe was assisted by her wandering hands travelling under his black T-shirt.

Wang Yong peeked at his wristwatch to check the time. 10:58pm. He groaned when he remembered that his grandma would soon wake up and pushed the girl away. "Jinhua, stop playing and go call your Old Lady. Tell her that Kúiwù's godson is here."

The girl froze when she heard him speak and glared at him. "How do you know my name?"

He scoffed. "All my gang brothers know your name!"

She sneered, eyeing him with suspicion and annoyance as she scrutinized him." Impossible, all the girls' identities of Red Lotus Brothel are confidential!"

He looked at her with incredulity, his eyes bulging with disbelief at her stupidity. "If you can give away your skirt, can you even keep your name to yourself?"

The women who surrounded them snickered, their shoulders shaking with mirth. The girl's eyes narrowed with rage as she cursed, raising her hand to slap him. "How dare you?"

"Enough! Jinhua, why are you stiring up trouble at this time of the night? Go and serve other customers!" A middle aged woman approached them wearing a cheongsam with her grey hair tied into a bun.

The woman who had approached them was the famous Madame of most of all the brothels in Chongqing, Cao Xiurong. She was now in her early fourties yet she still had a flawless skin with a noble aura that distinguished her from the rest of the women that were living here. She had a network of informants and spies that stretched all over China, but for some reason she chose to stay in a deteriorated, shabby house in the slums of Chongqing.

Wang Yong saw her scan him from the place she stood and ask. "Did Kúiwù really send you?"

"Kúiwù sends his greeting to the 5th Kingmaker." Wang Yong raised the briefcase up and smiled.

The woman frowned.

"Enter. Now." She moved aside so he could pass, directing him to a room where he entered and then she closed the door. He sat down on the largest chair and beckoned her to sit.

The woman did not seem offended but instead relaxed when she saw the sitting arrangement he chose. She dragged a stool to sit down instead and opened the briefcase. She looked at him after she scanned the contents inside. "Do you know why your Godfather sent you here? Have you opened the briefcase?"

"No." Wang Yong got up to peek at the briefcase but his sight was blocked by the woman. "Lemme see! I wanna see!"

The woman looked at the boy who was suddenly whining and closed the briefcase. She walked to a wall in the room which had a large painting hung on it. She removed the panting to reveal a safe that was concealed underneath saying. "If he didn't tell you anything, then I won't say much then."

Wang Yong cocked his head to the side. The woman didn't bother to hide anything and just placed the briefcase carefully in the safe. Then she closed after a series of combinations of passwords she punched in and rehung the painting. She turned and said to the boy and said. "Thank you for delivering the package. But now its time for you to go. You will be leaving through the backdoor instead. My grand daughter will be assisting you."

Wang Yong saw another young girl come into the room, this time, wearing decent clothes that were not revealing at all. Her hair was pitch black, laid back on her shoulders and her face was devoid of any make up. The old woman instructed her. "Take him through the second backdoor, make sure no one sees him leave."

The girl scanned the boy expressionlessly and replied. "Yes, Grandma."

Wang Yong felt weird with the way the girl looked at him with disdain and anger, wondering if he had offended her before. He followed her out of the room and let her guide him out of the house. Before he could thank her, she slammed the door to his face, leaving him speechless.

He sighed and turned around to continue walking. It was common to receive this treatment from stuck up people who judged him just because he was part of the Dark Heart Organization, and even more common to be hated just because he was the second godson of Kúiwù.

He drove back home.

When he arrived back, the parlour was dark which indicated that his Grandma was still sleeping. He checked his watch again, happy that he had returned before midnight. He took off his jacket and was about to turn on the lights when the room suddenly turned bright, letting him to see his Grandma sitting near the dining table.

The old woman was holding something that Wang Yong feared very much, making him realize how much trouble he was in. He retreated, trying to sweet talk her. "Grandma, you are awake! Look at what I brought you, your favourite ginger tea. I am sure you missed it so much, let me brew it for you."

Grandma Fan hit the cane she was holding on the floor, halting any movements he was making towards the kitchen. "Wang Yong, tell me now. Where are you coming from?"