Snowy day.
A silent traditional courtyard, where flowers wither and branches wilt.
Snow-covered maple and pine trees outline gloomy lines, like a minimalist ink painting.
Open sliding doors face the white snowy landscape of the courtyard.
In the tea room, steam rises from the tea stove, filling the air with moisture.
An elder, wrapped in a coat with a fur collar, sits quietly at the table sipping tea.
Around him, five black-clad bodyguards stand erect.
Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps echoed through the corridor.
Then a man with an ordinary face and a robust figure entered.
He quickly approached the elder and whispered:
"Gang Leader, there's good news from the Red Tiger Gang."
The elder is the mysterious chairman of the Global Elite Fighting Club.
Upon hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the man who entered.
The man bowed and immediately explained:
