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Baihu laughed, "Bayakko is my last name love, please call me Baihu. They won't get me out on this knife, not when I've gotten assault rifles and dynamite into here." 

NOticing the little girl knee over clutching her head, he popped over and brought and eyeglass from somewhere and began examining her head and face. She was pretty cute, almost like a doll. He poked at her temple and the top of her head with a finger and gave his professional doctor's remarks, "Why don't you want to let your power out? Too dangerous hmm? Can you destroy Mulenburg with it? Can I see it? Pretty please?"

When Astraia proposed a petition to old Doctor Panzer Faust, Baihu brought out an unmarked bottle and put it on the table, "Have this instead. Much more effective than whatever ol' Faust-me-pants can give you. Just don't drink it with alcohol, carbonated liquids and napalm. At least until you know how it affect you, in which case I still advise against drinking napalm. Side effects include: high pressure nose bleeds, cardiac arrests and a sudden boost in intelligence of subjects relating to industrial strength adhesives. Contact a doctor if you experience blurry vision or have an erection lasting more than four hours. In short, its perfectly safe, see, it even has the FDA seal of approval!"

Baihu pointed to a sticker on the bottom of the bottle which looked suspiciously like one of those stickers you'd find on an apple. Casually opening up the blank bottle, he popped one into his mouth like candy and offered it to Astaria, "Take one. Its for your health love."
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Qinglong Bayakko, a strapping young man of near infinite talent and potential, was currently somewhere over the Pacific in a private charter plane, enjoying the wealth which his good friend and sponsor had given him. It seemed that his stirring speeches and calls to action against evil and corrupted Stars had found its way to people in high places.
"Sir," a servant approached Qinglong as he took a sip of water melted from the snow in the Alps, contained in a delicate crystal glass, "Do you require anything else?"
"Thank you, but you have already pleased my very well." Qinglong gave his prince charming smile at the man which prompted muttering amongst the female maids also on board the plane, "Although, if its not too much of a bother, can I request an update on my forces?"

The "forces" he was talking about was of course the "Black Orchestra", a large group made of a mix of hired PMCs and die-hard loyal followers of his ideals that dedicate their lives to purging evil and helping the weak and innocent. They were Qinglong's personal army, he knew he'd need one when he set out hunt down Baihu's and his own army of vile scum and dirty criminals.

As the butler walked away to go find a manilla folder of papers, Qinglong looked at a framed picture. Inside its fine golden frame was a picture with cracked glass faithfully protecting it. The picture itself was a simple on, just four kids, two girls, two boys, together posing for a picture in front of the gates to the Forbidden City.
"Xixi, Zhue, I will avenge your loss," Qinglong traced his finger along the cracks in the glass until he reached the bullet hole that cause it spider web of cracks, "Baihu will pay for his crimes."

He pressed against the bullet hole until he bled a tiny bit, his blood flowing right above the one person that was right under the scar, the ten year old Baihu