Fall, 1988.

Shanghai was the heart of a deeply embattled conflict of the government with its only people still, some bending to the Party’s will while others… had heart in that heart.

A younger man—a cheetah part of a family of those with notable history in the Chinese military—was a “deviant;” he defied their will and use their teachings for his own gain: Sanshou’s prodigy; Yu Meishing.

Only a black hat that covered his eyes, black sweatpants, and white sneakers were to his name; Yu was shirtless with a constant droll smirk across his whiskers with the gangs he rioted with.

One day, he would come across someone near a shoreside bar for a spar. The Chinese Cheetah would not miss this, putting on some wraps while adding some words.

“真的吗？是的？”