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Yan had been busy since he took the photo of Korra fleeing the bar, she'd visited earlier that day. While in the shady part of town, he had, under the direction of Vaatu met with Hin the Ripper, the only surviving remaining crime boss of the Triad hey-day.

Ripper had survived while all his competitors had not, by being brutal and by lying low. No one had ever testified against him, too terrified of his nightmarish reputation.

Yan had not been looking forward to meeting the man behind the myth either, but Vaatu had promised he would go unharmed, provided he made the meeting worth Ripper's while.

Ripper hated the women of this city more than anyone. He had been captured and abused countless times by Chief Beifong (who had never managed to beat a confession out of the madman). He had been **** to build his empire back up from scratch after the avatar had sent all his men to the hospital. And his hard-fought fortune had been almost completely seized by the President and her new tax agenda.

Still, there was something else that Yan saw in his eyes, as he explained his plan to help the crime lord seize power and gain **** in one fell swoop. It was the glint of something darker than even Yan's perverse intentions. Yan made a mental note that, once he'd discovered how to remove the power of the avatar and give it to himself, Ripper would be the first one he executed with it.

All this was running through his head so heavily that he didn't notice his boss until he slammed into her.

"Yan! Where have you been?"

The bitch was no doubt pissed off by the bit of pre-emptory **** he'd sent her way. According to Vaatu, destroying the relationship between Asami and her girlfriend would be instrumental in turning them both into obedient sluts.

"I was looking for Zhu Li." He said, one of his better lies. "After the police asked me about her, I couldn't stop thinking about it."

Asami glared at him. "I want your project finished and ready for review by the end of the week, Yan. Or I am pulling the plug."

Yan tried not to give her the satisfaction of a frown. This would move the timeline up, considerably. Still, with things already in motion, his anticipation to finally tear down the women around him and **** them to reckon with their own worthlessness, had begun to gnaw at him.

Then he looked up into Asami's harsh glare and smiled.

"Of course, Miss Sato." He promised. She seemed adequately put off by his sudden good mood and stormed past him in the direction of her office.