"Bro—Darren Yang, what the hell are you smoking? You, with your sorry ass, think you can steal a girl from Boss Shawn? Man, Shawn could pancake you with a pinky! And don't think I'm just blowing smoke—Boss Shawn's got moves you can't even dream of. You mess with him, you're signing your own death warrant. And listen up—if you go after Boss Shawn, you're picking a fight with all the Hung Brotherhood boys!" Fire Bull shot Top Dog a cold warning.
"Why the hell is it like this?" Top Dog felt his heart seize up. Yeah, he was a cocky bastard, but not stupid enough to mess with the Hung Brotherhood. Hell, wasn't he one of them too?
"No reason, bro. That's what Uncle Hung and all the big bosses want—plus, open your damn eyes! That hottie and Boss Shawn are practically eye-fucking each other over there. Any minute now, they're gonna book a room and go at it like rabbits. Seriously, you think a bombshell like her would ever go for a loser like you?" Fire Bull yanked Top Dog's shoulder, pointing at Shawn Young and Sylvia Snow, lost in their own world.
"Why the hell does this always happen?! I busted my ass trying to be the best! Why won't she pick me?" Top Dog stared at the heart-shattering scene, his eyes ready to pop out from heartbreak.
"Quit crying, bro! She ain't into your type, so stop dreaming!" Fire Bull kept smacking some sense into him.
"Hell no! For Sylvia, I'm going all in—I'm gonna throw down with Boss Shawn!" Top Dog suddenly blurted, fired up like a maniac.
"A duel? You gotta be shitting me! Darren Yang, I'm warning you—if you mess with Boss Shawn on my turf, I'll bust your legs myself!" Fire Bull grabbed Top Dog by the neck and glared murder.
Shawn Young spotted Fire Bull and the crew acting up. He turned and saw Top Dog practically foaming at the mouth, eyes blazing, face twisted up. If Fire Bull hadn't pinned him, the dude would've gone full psycho. Shawn got it—Top Dog was mad as hell he'd snatched Sylvia Snow right out from under him. Shawn quickly waved to Fire Bull, signaling to keep Top Dog on a leash so he wouldn't mess up his time with Sylvia.
Meanwhile, Shawn Young, not wanting Sylvia Snow to get suspicious, grinned and teased, "Sylvia, looks like you've got a fanboy over there—he's practically drooling!"
"Hmph—please! I've got an army of guys crushing on me! Darren Yang's just another face in the crowd. That clown keeps trying to set up 'romantic encounters,' but honestly, I like my men bold and direct. He's just not my flavor. You know exactly what kind of guy gets my motor running!" Sylvia Snow said, cheeks blushing as she basically confessed to Shawn Young.
"Yeah, yeah—I know what you're really thinking!" Shawn Young replied, laying it on thick, then snatched up Sylvia’s ridiculously soft hand.
"Ugh, you tease! You just love making me say it, don't you—bad boy!" Sylvia shot him a playful glare, face blazing as she snuggled into his arms.
Shawn Young wasted no time, wrapping his arms tight around her slim waist, soaking up every ounce of that sweet, bouncy youth. Holding her was heaven. He leaned in, breathed hot into Sylvia’s ear, and whispered with a wicked grin, "Heh—love’s not just talk, babe, it’s all about action!"
"Ah! You—you perv! Dropping cheesy lines like that—" Sylvia’s face went nuclear, cheeks blooming as she playfully hammered Shawn Young’s chest.
But Shawn Young snatched her hand, swept her up, and pinned her against the wall like a boss. He dove in, mouth on hers, totally owning her luscious cherry lips with a bold, hungry kiss.
"Mmm—mmm—" Sylvia was totally blindsided by his sneak attack, flailing at Shawn Young’s chest. But she was no match for his beast mode. Her struggles just fired him up more, and he went all in, tongue sliding past her lips, tasting every sweet drop.
Sylvia’s brain short-circuited, thoughts wiped clean. At first, she froze up, but after Shawn Young's relentless passion, she melted into his arms, breathless, letting him do whatever. She started getting hooked on his scent, loving that wild energy. With Shawn’s pro-level kisses and raw masculine vibe, she finally wrapped her arms around his waist and, awkwardly, kissed him back.
"Ah! What the hell?! How can they do that?! Heaven help me! Earth save me—what do I do now?!" Top Dog watched the steamy scene from a distance, eyes practically bleeding. Seeing Sylvia go all-in, kissing Shawn Young back, it was like the universe just imploded on him. Total heartbreak, soul-crushing agony!
"Bro, you gotta chill. Love and lust are wild rides, no logic to it. If she’s yours, she’s yours. If not, bawling like a baby won’t fix squat! Wake up! There’s a sea of women out there—why obsess over one flower? Trust me, once you’ve played the field, all that lovey-dovey crap won’t mean squat. Guys and gals—sometimes you ride, sometimes you get ridden. That’s life!" Fire Bull, catching Shawn Young’s signal, laid down some real talk.
"But Uncle Fire Bull, I just can't let it go! For Sylvia Snow, I've stayed a virgin! I'm still a damn virgin because of her! Now look at me—" Top Dog wailed, heartbroken and totally lost.
"Virginity? Easy fix, bro. Come with me to my Kowloon Club—got a fresh mainland beauty, smokin’ hot and still untouched. Was gonna sell her first night to some Taiwanese dude for fifty grand, but screw it, she’s yours. Pop your cherry, get some experience, and you’ll see—love’s just a freakin’ game!" Fire Bull thumped his chest, promising Top Dog a wild solution.
"Uh—" Top Dog froze, then shook his head and looked at Zhou Tieko, stone-faced at the corner. Top Dog actually bowed like a puppy who lost his bone, swagger totally gone. Too bad Zhou Tieko didn’t notice—guy couldn't see a thing anyway.
"Master, you nailed it! I was a jerk before, sorry! Please, Master, show me the way! I'm lost!" Top Dog begged Zhou Tieko, totally desperate.
"Ah—love and lust, just dreams in the dust. You kids and your drama, romances like clouds—here today, gone tomorrow. Just remember, fate runs the show—if it ain’t meant to be, don’t torture yourself! Top Dog, you’re a street kid, gotta roll with the punches and live a little before you get it!" Zhou Tieko leaned against a tree, squinting at the sky, dropping wisdom.
"Roll with the punches? So... what the hell am I supposed to do now?" Top Dog scratched his head, totally lost.
"Life comes and goes, Top Dog. You might be a regular dude now, but you’re born for street life, already ahead of the pack. Just remember, in this world, you gotta play by street rules! Life in the underworld’s like getting tossed in a sandstorm—watch your back!" Zhou Tieko dropped a bunch of wisdom that flew right over Top Dog's head.
"So, it's hopeless with Sylvia Snow? I'm doomed!" Top Dog muttered, totally crushed.
"Yep. Last night's wind, last night's rain—wake up, and poof, the dream's gone!" Zhou Tieko replied, waxing poetic.
"Alright! Your words are burned into my brain!" Top Dog finally snapped out of it, then turned to Fire Bull: "Uncle Fire Bull—take me to your Kowloon Club. I want that mainland girl you promised! It's time to end my virgin days and say goodbye to my old dreams!"
"Hell yeah—that's what I'm talkin' about! You really are Darren Yang's kid, you know when to hold 'em and when to fold 'em! Let's roll—Uncle Fire Bull's gonna get you laid, and if your fire fizzles, I've got Indian magic oil that'll turn you into a sex machine! Seven rounds in one night, guaranteed!" Fire Bull laughed, slung his arm around Top Dog, and dragged him out of Temple Street—the heartbreak zone.
"Hahaha—that’s the spirit! You really are Darren Yang’s son, you know how to move on! Let’s go—Uncle Fire Bull will take you to get laid. And if you’re not up to the task, I’ve got some Indian magic oil that’ll turn you into a wild beast all night long—seven times in one night, guaranteed!" Fire Bull laughed, threw his arm around Top Dog’s shoulders, and dragged him away from Temple Street, the place that had broken his heart.