ENTRY Prologue

Jack of Spades. Straight flush. I win again, Gambino.

You win again. But you deal slower than I do with my toes.

You backin' out again?

Shut up.

Shut up? Wish you knew how to shut up last night. Coulda saved us a lotta trouble.

You been in Lungmen a long time, Capone. Maybe you need a reminder in how you talk to me, the boss.

Sit down, you moron. It's thanks to that temper of yours that business in Siracusa's so lousy.

You been here seven or eight years, and what've you done besides learn some Lungmen swearings? You stood here and watched our channels dry up?

I'm the one who got us a supporter last night. Try as you did to cock it up.

And besides, here in Lungmen, you and me are equals, 'boss.'

The way this Rat King runs the show here, ain't it just the old worn out Siracusan tricks?

If only you could play a good Siracusan hand worth a damn.

Too bad you're the worst card in it.

We got a role to play in Lungmen. Think about it: we got a tired, broken down city with a rich underworld. It could be a new home for the Family.

Only Siracusa can truly respect us, Capone. Don't forget the shame of being driven out of our home with our tails between our legs.

You can't eat honor.

Hmph.

Wei Yenwu set some rules for this city. As long as we don't break 'em, we can run our rackets here just like before. Lungmen needs a little 'legitimate business.'

...I ain't seen you in years and I'm already gettin' sick of you.

Same same, boss.

You...!

Can you not have your noisy lovers' quarrel in here? This lousy champagne's doin' enough to piss me off. Grab a bottle and take it outside, aight?

Get outta here. This don't concern you.

Watch your tone. I'm the boss in here.

We got a one-stop funeral service, if you're interested. 20% off if you both die together.

Hey... ain't this guy...?

...This is what we get since we left Siracusa. Nobody knows you're Sicilian.

Who gives a shit who you are?

Yo, Capone, do me a favor and torch this tacky joint. Call it 'urban beautification.' Wei Yenwu'll thank us for tearin' down a tastelessly decorated rathole.

Quiet! Don't provoke him!

Oh?

Who you callin' 'tasteless?'