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Fang Lang, a low-level member of the Xuan Ye tong in Hong Kong, finds himself thrust into the dangerous world of Miami crime when he catches the attention of the infamous crime lord, Hehrbenstrautz. After a stroke of luck led to the successful assassination of an African drug lord, Fang Lang is bought by Nicholas Hehrbenstrautz and shipped to Miami, Florida, to join his organization.

In Miami, Fang Lang becomes a part of the "Dogs," a squad of mercenaries known for their ruthless efficiency and uniform dog tags. This organization, the “Miami Dogma,” under the leadership of Hehrbenstrautz, contends with rival drug kingpins for control over the city's lucrative markets. Amidst their operations in drug trafficking, weapons smuggling, and sex trafficking, they face formidable adversaries and make uneasy alliances. Fang Lang struggles everyday just to survive as chaos ensues between the drug lords, looking over his shoulder everywhere he goes. He’s not the only one; there’s starting to be talk of an all-out war breaking out between the drug bosses — a rumor that warrants concern from even the hardest, most fearless criminals.

Miami Dogma

Fang Lang was escorted by Benji to a room known as the Dog House, judging by the sign next to the door. Inside, a theater of sorts, with a 7 foot deep pit in the center, its ground covered in a thick layer of sand.

"Mr. Herhbenstrautz keeps dogs for fighting," Benji explained. "And he tends to make use of them in his initiation rituals as well."

Fang scowled. "Mr. Hehrb puts on dog fights for cash?"

Benji shrugged. The sound of the door opening came as Pitt, Dane, Dober, Bully, and Shepherd entered the room at once. Mr. Hehrbenstrautz followed close behind. They all took seats in the bleacher-like rows.

Benji placed a hand on Fang's shoulder. "It's time, Fang."

Fang raised an eyebrow. "Time for what?"

Benji suddenly pushed Fang into the pit below. Fang fell and tumbled into the sand pit on his face. Without warning, Benji pressed a button on the wall. The walls of the pit began to divide, and five secret cubbies opened up to reveal a Pittbull, a Great Dane, a Doberman, a Bulldog, and a German Shepherd. All of them had their fangs bared and their stances widened, preparing to attack.

"You have to survive 5 minutes! 1 minute for each dog!" Benji called down from above.

Fang had no time to think, as all five dogs came charging toward him, snarling. They all five leaped at him simultaneously, and Fang defended with a powerful roundhouse kick, sending all of them sprawling to the ground. The Bulldog did not get up, but the Pittbull, Great Dane, Dober, and German Shepherd came back for more.

Fang sent a flying kick at the Pittbull, pummeling it to the ground with his foot. He then turned around and brought his other leg to kick the Great Dane, sending it flying.

"This is nothing!" Fang Lang said, smirking. The German Shepherd didn't jump at him, as expected, but grabbed hold of his left ankle. Fang yelped, shaking his leg, but the dog's jaws were locked tight on his ankle. While the German Shepherd and Doberman caught him, the Pittbull and the Great Dane used the opportunity to jump him, all of them biting at his legs and arms, tearing chunks out of Fang.

Fang somehow managed to get them off with a sweeping kick. He put up his bloody hands, readying for more. The four dogs rushed forward pounced, and Fang Lang sent a cutthroat chop to each of the dog's heads. The dogs fell like ragdolls, and they did not get up.

The members of the Dogma clapped, standing up to applaud Fang's performance. Benji called out, "Truly splendid!"

Fang wiped his bloody nose on the back of his hand. He pumped his fist in the air and let out a mighty roar, "DON'T FUCK WITH THE MIAMI DOGMA, HÚNDÀN (ASSHOLE)!"

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