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Wei Wuxian didn’t think being righteous in his own damn club would lead to this. Tied up and beaten till he was coughing up blood, bruises starting to form.
A hand grabs and tugged hard on his collar of his shirt. Wei Wuxian chokes around his clothed gag as he is lifted by Wen Zhuliu. Wen Chao is by a fire pit, a brand heating up.
“I thought it was made clear that these streets are mine and that includes buildings.” Turning around Wei Wuxian wanted to grin at just how unhinged and in control of the situation thinks he was.
The Wen gang as Wen Chao believes controls the sect that Wei Wuxian has set up shop for his club the Burial Mounds.
As for why he was tied up, beaten, and about to be branded by the signature symbol of the Wen gang. As he said, he was being righteous.
His bartender, Xue Yang, brought to his attention that a drink of a loyal patron was roofied.
In his club? HELL NO!
But no, as he leads the drugged lady away to sleep it off, Wen Chao had spotted him with his target, and now here he was.
“Strip him.” Wen Chao said as he picked up the heated iron, the sun brand red and ready to burn into anything it touches. Wen Zhuliu pulled his arms back and two lackeys tore his shirt to shreds. Dark threads landed and his torso was bare for the Wen gang members present to see.
Wen Chao walks over and before he can press the brand in, Wen Zhuliu spots the tattoo that decorates Wei Wuxian’s back.
“Young Master Wen-“
“Wen Zhuliu not now.” Wen Chao grabs Wei Wuxian’s shoulder to steady him as the man naturally starts thrashing as the hot branding iron got closer.
“Wei Wuxian isn’t a part of any gang, correct?”
That had Wen Chao stopping but Wei Wuxian still struggled in his restraints.
Wei Wuxian wasn’t a part of any gang. He was just a simple club owner who resides in the Wen Sect’s territory. Why the hell was his bodyguard questioning this? If anyone else asked that dumbass question they would have gotten shot but Wen Zhuliu chooses his words wisely.
The two other lackeys present were told to hold Wei Wuxian, pinning him to the ground. Wen Chao walks to Wen Zhuliu’s side and finally sees the tattoo.
A red lotus in front of a moon that is tinted purple…
“Oh fuck-”
The warehouse was lit with gunshots and Wei Wuxian curled his body to avoid the bullets.
When all was settled and Wen Zhuliu and Wen Chao were both shot in the legs, a group of four men walked in. Yu Shengyan and Bian Yanmei quickly stopped Wen Chao and Wen Zhuliu from making an escape.
The other two free Wei Wuxian from his bondage.
Then he was hugged by the biggest of the two.
“SHIDI, WE WERE WORRIED!” A teary-eyed Luo Binghe let go of Wei Wuxian, who chuckled at his worries.
“Father isn’t pleased.” The last man, the tallest, said while stretching his hand to Wei Wuxian.
“Of course he isn’t.” Wei Wuxian answered, accepting the hand and Luo Binghe quickly looked back to the remains of his shirt before shrugging off his jacket.
“Here.” Wei Wuxian takes the offered gift and finally, the trio turns to the remaining Wen members.
“What do we do with them?” Wei Wuxian asked.
The tallest picks up the brand left on the floor and studies it.
“Give them their own medicine.” Hua Cheng says.
Soon screams fill the air.
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Wine is sipped and a middle-aged man sits in his condo. Purple robes pooled around as he lounges on a couch, waiting and then he sighs.
They were late.
“Perhaps we should wait a bit more.” Shen Qiao suggests and the purple-clad man looks up at his husband of fifth-teen years.
“I know.”
A door opens and the trio enters. Wei Wuxian getting a new shirt and also cleaned up.
“Sorry father, I had-” Wei Wuxian is stopped when Shen Qiao is up in front of him and is looking at the bruises forming.
“Did you get into another fight?” Shen Qiao asked producing a handkerchief and wiping away any blood.
“No, but I’m sorry, baba.” Wei Wuxian said Shen Qiao continued to clean the shortest of the young men.
The man on the sofa finally got up and stood at his husband’s side.
“Kneel.”
All three did as they were told and Shen Qiao just looked at his husband.
“This isn’t necessary-“
Red eyes turn to meet brown eyes.
“It is, Ah-Qiao.’ The man looks down at the three and says. ‘Apologize to your baba for being late.”
The three shift slightly to Shen Qiao and bow in their kneeled position.
“WE ARE SORRY FOR BEING LATE!”
Shen Qiao is led to the table that has been set with slightly cooled food. The man sits at the head of the table and addresses the young men.
“Now, how have my boys been?” Yan Wushi asks.
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The city has many gangs that work together. Some working closely with the government, others not at all.
Qishan Wen Sect for nearly fifty years had rule a good majority of the streets till close to twenty years ago the Cleansing Moon appeared out of nowhere.
Yan Wushi took over nearly forty percent of the original territory that Wen Ruohan had. Then a twenty-seven-year-old Yan Wushi meets a twenty-two-year-old inspector Shen Qiao.
Though he tried to hide the fact he was the Cleansing Moon triad leader. It did not last as Yan Wushi stopped a bullet for Shen Qiao during one of many encounters of theirs.
What also didn’t last was Yan Wushi being a lone leader.
Shen Qiao stood next to the triad leader, both in red robes by the start of summer. Two years and then a span of five months, Yan Wushi and Shen Qiao were new parents to three boys.
An eleven-year-old boy found by Shen Qiao on the shores of the Luo River. He didn’t remember anything and was renamed Luo Binghe.
Nine-year-old Wei Ying was found by the couple when walking in Yiling. Shivering and people just passing the boy. Yan Wushi carried the small boy that night while Shen Qiao gave the boy a new rattle drum to cheer him up. Luo Binghe was all up to the task to make sure that Wei Ying was comfortable and welcomed in the Cleansing Moon household.
Then at the start of the new year, the family of four went to a temple to say the yearly prays, late that new year evening. Luo Binghe and Wei Ying were the ones to find small eight-year-old Hua Cheng.
Shen Qiao was glad to have three boys to take care of. Yan Wushi though didn’t like them taking his Shen Qiao’s attention, he did enjoy his boys soon enough.
It was however never their intention to rope in the boys into the triad. The only thing that Yan Wushi allowed his boys was a tattoo on each of their backs.
Luo Binghe had a black lotus, Wei Wuxian a red lotus, and Hua Cheng a silver lotus.
He also had the requirement when it came to staying in the city was to set up shop in any of the territory he oversaw.
Luo Binghe opened his Proud Immortal Delights, Wei Wuxian his Burial Mounds Club, and Hua Cheng’s Ghost City Bar.
Yan Wushi loved his husband and his sons.
At his desk, Yan Wushi receives pictures of Wen Chao with a fresh brand on his cheek and Wen Zhuliu on his chest.
He would make all those who tried to hurt them pay in blood.