Zhu Feng sighed to himself as he finally stepped out of his tea shop, locking it up behind him. He had refused Lei's offer of a ride to the pawn shop, as he'd been embroiled in an argument over telephone with one of his tea suppliers. It was things like this that made making a legitimate living so difficult. Looking back, life as a Triad hitman had been easier, until he'd been given responsiblities over others, that was. Sighing, he looked around to make sure that there was no one in the area and ducked into a side alley before channeling chi through his body. With his enhanced strength and speed, he leapt up onto the rooftop and began hopping across them towards the pawn shop. 

As he passed through the streets, Zhu Feng took a moment to look down before his eyes widened. Five corpses, all mutilated and hung up in the middle of the street. People gathered around the bodies, whispering fearfully to themselves as they wondered what was going on. Too bad that Zhu Feng knew. It had to be the work of a youkai. A particularly bloodthirsty one. In his ten years as a Chaser, he'd seen scenes like this, but not quite so blatantly in the open. Whoever did this wanted to be chased. 

The old man grinned. This was the kind of challenge he had been looking for. With a quick hop, Zhu Feng leapt off of the rooftop, and touched down in the Crimson Sky. He had a battle to seek.