“This is stupid,” Yun muttered. He stared glumly at the map.

 It was two days later. The three of them had been so busy that they hadn’t had a chance to do anything. Yang had gone to Chun Li’s Wushu school for the past few days to help out with the training, so that left them short one person in the market. Gen’s market employed only eight people. One in the morning, one in the evening, and one working mid-shift. That left the others to cover each other on days off. Gen, obviously being the owner, was the manager. The assistant manager was an elderly woman named Lan, who had been Yun and Yang’s nanny. The remaining six included Yun, Yang, a thirty-year-old woman, a thirty-two year old man, one college student, and a former high school classmate of the brothers. Meiying had piano lessons for the past couple days, so that left all three in different directions.

“What’s wrong?” Yang asked.

 “We haven’t done anything yet,” Yun complained. “Everyone’s been so busy!”

 Yang laughed. “Meiying doesn’t have lessons until next week. We’ll find this treasure…”

 The two were in Yang’s room. It was just past seven o’clock. Gen was working in the market, which was just downstairs. Gen had decided to have his home above his business. It didn’t take very long for him to establish the upstairs area into living quarters. Yun and Yang had no complaints, either. They heard a knock on the door. Apparently, the visitor had gone to the back of the market and spotted the long stairway leading to their front door.

 Yang jumped up to answer the door. Yun continued to stare at the map.

 “Hello! I thought I’d come and visit you guys!” came a female voice.

 Yun sat up as Meiying and Yang entered the room.

 “So now what?” Yun asked. “Are you guys busy the next few days?”

 “I work the day after tomorrow,” Yang informed.

 “Same here,” Meiying spoke up.

 “So how about tomorrow?” Yun asked. “Everyone’s fine with going tomorrow?” At their nods, Yun held up the map to view. “How about this time, we look at this before we decide on where to go?”

 Meiying studied the map thoughtfully. “This looks like the Buddhist Temple that’s about ten miles from here.”

 “And this looks like the children’s park…” Yang added. “Which is just a block away from the temple.”

 “Treasure at a children’s park?” Yun frowned skeptically. “I guess it doesn’t hurt to look…”

“How much further?” Meiying asked.

 The next day, the three had left the market early. It felt as if they had been walking for hours.

 “About another ten minutes…” Yang answered.

 “Here, let’s take a shortcut,” Yun suggested.

 He quickly led the way down several alleys and tall, run-down buildings.

 “Um…” Meiying spoke up hesitantly. “You sure this is a good idea?”

 “Sure it is,” Yun responded. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

 When they stepped out into the sun, the three sheilded their eyes from the glare. When their vision cleared, they discovered that they were in a circle of six raggedly dressed young men, all wearing menacing expressions on their faces.

 “Well, well…If it isn’t Yun and Yang. You guys are in the wrong part of town…” one of them announced.

 “You…know them?” Meiying asked softly.

 “Not really,” Yang answered.

 “You guys are famous…going to that Street Fighter tournament…where you don’t really belong there. Only the best fighters in the world go there…and you guys aren’t the best…” the guy continued. He laughed bitterly. “Everyone knows about Yun and Yang. The young fighters from the other side of town…who think they can kick anybody’s *ss…just because they were raised by a legendary assassin…”

 Yang narrowed his eyes.

 “You boys are in the wrong area,” the guy continued. “And we’re gonna prove that we’re better than you guys are…”

 “Do I feel a fight coming on?” Yun asked, half to himself, half to his brother.

 “Reminds me of the days in the tournament,” Yang agreed.

Meiying swallowed as Yun and Yang surrounded her, facing their enemies, fists up and ready.