Yaozu Au-Yeung groaned, his sore body splayed out on a heap of rich silk and satin that was worth enough to feed several families for years on end. He had nothing on but a pair of boxers, which had a childish design of yellow shooting stars that raced along his groin in a pretty sort of pattern. On his face was a light sleeping-mask that was infused with remedial herbs and oils to tend his baggy eyes as he slept. Those damn facial imperfections were a curse for him being a straight-up night owl.

But they were well worth it, for he had thrown quite a damn successful party last night. Through his mask, his eyes glinted and he grinned to himself before suddenly sitting up with an exaggerated yawn and propelled his legs to the side of his bed. Giving an overhead stretch and tossing his sleeping-mask at the end of the bed at the same time, Yao allowed his tense muscles to work themselves from their sleeping stupor. When he was feeling less stiff, he got himself out of bed and did his morning - well, glancing at the clock, it was way into the afternoon now - stretches. His room was quite spacious - in fact, it was a giant, luxurious loft that incorporated a small stairwell to the living room and a  kitchen underneath, surrounded by big, open windows that sprawled good ol' NY before him. Feeling his mind and soul waking up to the day, he allowed his thoughts to wander back to the previous night, where he had flashes of a massive crowd of people bumping to both today's hit and underground house music. Nothing says unadulterated, youthful fun more than a giant rave filled with expensive booze, party drugs, and exotic dancers.

Not to mention that the heir now knew the White Dragon's opiates had indeed seeped it's pernicious, persistent allure to the far corners of the five boroughs. The size of the crowd last night was damned evidence of that. To outsiders and pretentious elder's of the local gangs, Yao's wild soirees were nothing more than gatherings of a bunch of wealthy, spoiled youths who had nothing better to do than to throw away their parents' money at an attempt to impress their friends with a nights worth of drug-induced fun. But in reality, it was much more than that. At the party last night, Yao had broken several records that concerned his Triad's recent local drug traffickings and distributions.

Yao had used his opponent's blind eye as an advantage. Local youths across New York city had came to the function just because of a rumor about his newly-synthesized party drug that was known for it's infamous, heavenly-touched high that even modern-day heroin can't reach, and the joint was pretty much overflowing with money. For several months he had built a hidden empire through the usage of the senior gang's ignorance and their children's ignorance. By targeting influential individuals of his generation (and even younger) that he knows to be neglected from the authority of their parents, Yao had manipulated them to be his dealers so that he may spread the drug far and wide, and along the way, had build a deep, protected link for his market right under the noses of his adversaries and their territories.

Yaozu smirked to himself as he postured up, craning his neck side to side for the last of his stretches.

He loved it when people underestimate him. All they see him for is some kid who likes to party with his father's money. But that's okay - it'd be a lot more fun for when he reminds them of why he is called the Bloodless Dragon.

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With his usual awakening routine finished, Yao began to dress for the day after a light shower. He kept it casual as he usually does when going about a regular day, wearing faded, light-blue skinny jeans and a tan v-neck long sleeve that hugged his torso appealingly. For shoes, he wore clean, white sneakers and a black watch rested neatly on his left wrist. Yaozu yawned slightly as he was finally prepared to head out of his personal loft. Making sure his blonde hair was styled neatly at a nearby mirror, Yaozu opened the door and made his way down the residential building and to his car. He kind of wanted to visit the local park today, get some fresh air. It was quite a popular place, filled with vendors and regular samaritans alike...so that's where he decided to go. He heard a great coffee shop was just down a few streets, too.