XUE YANG _ MAFIA AU
So, this isn't very detailed nor is it the best, but I'll try my best to convey the exact AU I had in mind when I first listened to this song. Without further ado, I present to you:
XUE YANG SUITING UP FOR A GANG WAR ;)
A series of gun shots alerts xue yang from where he was seated, clad in the finest suit tailored to fit, negotiating a deal with the Mongolian drug cartel.
Staying as calm as still water, he turns his attention to one of his subordinates who crashed through the door. Shaking while moving forward she struggles to speak.
"what is it A-Qing?" Xue yang spoke, sounding as uninterested as listening to someone go on and on about their ingrown toenails.
"Wing B ...is under... attack"
Slight tremors of surprise glaze over his eyes. Xue yang looks over to the two representatives of the Mongolian channel present, face transforming to that of pity and starts to speak "Wing B is where Meta347 is stored."
The representatives are shocked. "Isn't that, the shipment we were supposed to pick up, if the deal went alright?"
Xue yang scoffs. Slightly losing his calm, he speaks in an irritated tone.
"Does this LOOK like it went alright? WING B IS UNDER FUCKING ATTACK. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH VALUE A SINGLE PACKAGE OF META347 HOLDS??"
Shrinking further into their seats, the representatives are now on the verge of tears. Never did they expect this to happen. Never in their life did they fathom Xue Yang to be this scary. I mean, all the man did was raise his voice and he got 2 whole ass human beings scared shitless.
"what's the estimated time of transport of packages and how many K.I's are we dealing with here?" Xue yang spoke to the guard while stripping himself of the expensive coat down to just a plain white dress shirt and pants.
A-Qing who has regained some of her energy responds so as to get further orders from her boss "15...15 minutes to get 347 to safety and 27 K.I's"
"What about our men?"
Xue yang steps on the table in front of the Mongolian representatives to put on his extremely chunky boots, surprising the two because of how calm he is.
"8 on Wing B... rest are at Wing A and D, unloading new shipment"
Xue Yang mentally facepalms. Ofcourse they're outnumbered. This has to be the most cliché movie scene situation ever.
"Assign the representatives to guards Lim and Jay. I want them safe. You hear me?"
"Yes Sir. I have sent a signal to A and D and messaged Commander Song for backup."
"Good. I want all the goddamn K.I's out of my base and minimum injury to our men. All exits to B should be blocked. Contact Xingchen and tell him I'll be late for dinner tonight. Is that understood?"
"YES SIR"
"Good. NOW MOVE"
A-Qing ushers the two representatives outside, slamming the door closed behind her.
Xue yang shakes his head in annoyance. "How many times should I tell that lil shit to not slam my door. Tsk"
Moving to his wardrobe in his office with long strides, he puts on a black harness with holsters and small silver pendant hanging from the side secured with a chain.
He then picks up his sword. Yes, a sword. Though Xue yang was the leader of what is possibly the most famous drug cartel to run in all of china with access to state of the art weaponry, he still had an affinity towards swords. Picking up Jiangzai, his glorious and deathly double sided sword which triggered a secret room with weaponry to open up, he chose a smith and wessons .38 and a colt.
Satisfied, he suits himself up. Wearing his bladed knuckle duster, he touches the silver pendant with his left hand. The pendant which his loving husband bought him on their 3rd date together.
Checking himself out in the mirror, xue yang laughs maniacally and walks outside with feather light steps. Whistling away with hands in his pockets.
