A world below China Town, Lui Fan Happy Chicken Resturant. Fat Hoi had not had a good day. For the last three days, the local pimps had gone missing only to come back beat up and with fingers missing. Then one day ago, his second in command, Haulong was kicked off bridge at the outskirts of the town. And when Fat Hoi had a bad day, everyone around him suffered. So it was, that there was a young waiter lying on the floor with a broken nose while everyone around them just stared at their own feet. This was triad country, and nobody fucked with the chinese maffia on their own turf. Not the Sicilians with their armani suit and greasy hair. Not the Syndicate thugs who had the run of most of the rest of the city anyways. Certainly not those dirty Yakuza. Yakuza, just the thought of them made him even angrier. He lifted one meaty palm and smashed it into the young mans face. He yelped and flung back onto the floor. It was his own thought, being so damn handsome and make Fat Hois girl smile at him instead of Hoi. Picking the man up by the collar, he reeled his arm back for the cup the grace. That’s when Fat Hois day got worse. Five men, stepped inside, followed by a young woman in a modified kimono. She appeared entirely calmed as she surveyed the restourant. And then she spoke, in a steely voice. “Everyone not wanting to die today, stand by the walls. Do not move.” She drew a flawlessly made katana from a sheeth at her waist. “Hoi Lo Loutzun, Fat Hoi” She said as Hoi stood up, his men getting up aswell, reaching for their weapons. “The Hoshima Clan send its regards” Before Fat Hoi could bring up his meaty arms before him, the entire resturant turned into a blood bath. Everyone not by walls were gunned down, the restourant filling with the noise of gunfire and the wet thud of bullets punching trough flesh. Hoi just barely managed to get up his shield in time, the bullets bouncing off the metas invisible barrier. “Hohhh… You were a meta all along.” The woman said, stepping towards the massive Chinese man. “That makes this more fun.” Hoi knew, looking into those dull, emotionless eyes that fun was not on he menu. And then he was dead. His head severed cleanly from his body. “Let’s go. We got two more places to hit up” The woman said coldly as she turned around before Hois body could hit the ground. A flick of her wrist sent the exess blood on her blade splattering onto the floor by the feat of the Waiter that had his face punched earlier. He stared, pale faced and terrified at her. She simply wiped her blade off with a napkin and walked out, being helped into a black car that sped off into the distance shortly afterwards. Thus. A war had begun. --- What most people do not realize about gang wars, is that they often take off within hours of the first shot. The need for posturing leads to quick and brutal retaliation. It is one of the reasons you do not just off a big name goon like Hoi without ample preperation. Unfortunately for the Hoshima Clan, The Jade Spider triads had been anticipating a new war for years. -- The Akibara Happy Toys was not actually a toystore. Well, not a toystore for children anyways A small establishment that sell imported sextoys and games from japan, its true purpose was the massive cellar where uncensored porn was made and sent back to japans black market. A market that the triads had cornered for years before the Hoshima wanted a cut of the buisness. Mr Akibara was a thin, perpetually cold and often neurotic fellow that had been the clans facade for a good ten years. When he saw the two women in jade green jackets, he knew they weren’t one of their new girls. When one of them summoned a energy blade in one hand and before one of them cut him from top to bottom in one impressive cut, his last thought was about how bitter he was to never been allowed downstairs. The entire store staff, nine Yakuza Juniors and two cam girls were trapped inside the store and cellar as the girl with the blade lit it on fire and left a enchanted chain around the door handles. Nobody survived. -- Another thing about wars between criminal organizations, the innocent always suffer. -- Only two hours after the retaliatory hit, two more Triad owned joints, one illegal sweatshop and a clothing store, stood in flames. About twenty five more triad members were at the morgue. Four more Hoshima owned establishments had also been hit, two in Litte Tokyo, a restourant bombing left 24 dead, half of those high ranking Yakuza who had been there for a birthday bash. They had believed themselves safe when someone teleported inside with a bomb. The three other places hit were all pawnshops and asian import stores. Five hours into the war, The head of he LHPD called both Little Tokyo and Chinatown as no-go zones. This after pressure from the higher ups since there had also been a superpowered brawl in its outskirts earlier, even before the two criminal syndicates decided to go all out.