Yang was well aware of the Lao-Shu having a mole in their inner circle.

He thought it was painfully obvious that it was you, as there is no reason for an ordinary girl from Burlone to just join the mafia, the Chinese one at that, without any ulterior motives. It was almost cute how you tried so hard to get rid of any traces of your background that could tie you to the other opposing criminal factions. He hasn't felt entertained like this in a long time, and if there's one thing he hates, it's boredom.

After relaying some important intel to your boss, you hurry back to the Lao-Shu headquarters in Veleno, trying to slip back into your room, but not until you feel the blade from a certain someone against your back.

"Why in such a hurry, little bird?" Yang condescendingly chuckles from behind you, his sharp shuang gou still pressed against you as his amber eyes stare into the back of your head, deciding to play along for now.