To: Management Team
Subject: RE: Zhang-Oh Franchise
Attachment: Z Is For Zhang-Oh.doc
Attached is a copy of another Zhang-Oh script I came across (Zhang-Oh being the old kung-fu/spaghetti Western/sexploitation movie we discovered a few months ago that's been so commonly passed around the office). This one seems to be a sequel, by the script numbers and lack of footage unlike the last one. I don't know if the rumors are true about the rerelease or rebooting of the franchise, but I deemed this a useable asset to the studio.
Please review it as per standard procedure.
Exterior: Western town from afar. Sun high on the desert sky, the camera PANS into...
A Dragon symbol etched on a red dress - it?s curvature and claws reaching for the bountiful, bouncing chest visible through the cleavage window of the dress. The woman?s raven hair flows like silk in the wind, covering her dark almond eyes. This is Zhang Oh?..
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Zhang had taken on a quiet life lately. After defeating and humiliating the bandit queen Valentina in combat, the local bounties and criminals had all been captured or gotten wise to Zhang?s actions. This landed the Chinese bounty huntress quite a bit of money - money that she hadn?t had a chance to spend. Instead, it had all gone to her sisters, Zhu and Song, who had put it into their laundry business. In time, the laundry business expanded into a general goods store. Of course, with the money all invested into the shop, the family certainly wasn?t rich yet....at least not in the luxurious manner Zhang had anticipated.
Still, the Zhang family certainly had the town's respect and knowing Zhang was around, the town would not hear of any troublemakers loitering around. As a result of peace and prosperity, Zhang found work as a delivery girl for her sister?s business, taking her mule with small loads of clothing and dry goods to smaller towns that could not be reached by train.
Of course, those who knew about the law of the land - the untamed Wild West - knew that Zhang would naturally run into trouble. Or more precisely, trouble would find Zhang?.
It was a fairly unremarkable delivery that day ? a small house in a small town with a small order of rice and salt and the usual custom clothing delivery. Zhang parked her mule nearby (she didn't bother binding the trusty mount any more) and carried the small pack of goods with her, clad in her standard slippers, dress, straw hat and poncho.
As she neared her destination, Zhang noticed a commotion going on in front of the address she was delivering to. A young Chinese girl (looking close to but no later than her early 20s) was facing off against a man in work clothes. She had twin braids and kung fu shoes much like Zhang's, though she was dressed in far simpler clothes than Zhang's ornate dress. She also wore flowing gray pants and something between a vest and a shirt that fit loosely around her chest. Every punch the man threw, the girl flowed around it and struck him with a firm palm strike or chop. With a sharp cry, she spun and put him out with a spinning high kick, where the man waved a hand in surrender as he rubbed his jaw. He tossed a few coins onto the ground in front of the girl as she bowed. Between her style and her humble garb, Zhang was reminded of the monks back in her homeland.
?There you have it!? chimed a younger girl from a nearby stool. Judging by her nose and hair, Zhang suspected her as a sister or other sort of relative. ?Mei Chan is the winner! Who is next?! Who wants to challenge the fastest hands in East and West?!?
A thin crowd had gathered to watch the show as Zhang checked briefly on her mule. Seeing him secure, she stepped up to the space where Mei was hosting her little games. "How about it, girl? I could use the challenge," Zhang offered. The rowdy audience quieted a bit at the sight of the other Asian woman, starting to mutter for various reasons.
"Who is that?" One young man asked as he nudged his friend. "She has really BIG-"
"That's the fighter known as The Dragon," another Chinese man pointed out in a lowered voice. "I heard she fought and stripped some gweipor whore who attacked her sisters."
"Wait, what?! Like stripped her of her actual clothing and everything?"
?Yes. Stripped naked as a warning to all the dangerous criminals in the land. Her name is?.?
?Zhang-Oh," Mei chimed in recognition. "It would be an honor to duel the famous Dragon!"
The two women stood upright in front of each other, quietly eyeballing one another. "So you've heard of me, then?" Zhang said, taking off her basket hat and setting it off to one side.
"Everyone here has heard of the tale of the lone woman who defeated the three bandit bitches."
"Well now... since you know who you're up against, I'm surprised you want to carry on." Zhang shifted her weight. Her strong legs slid across the sand as she raised her hands into a readied fighting stance. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
Mei followed suit, a wider and lighter stance that Zhang felt she faintly recognized. An older style, but not one she was familiar with. "On the contrary. I'm going to beat you and then, take your reputation from you... and your clothes!"
"Is that so?" Zhang said with a small, bemused smirk on the corner of her mouth. "Then you'll have to come here and take it, then. Just don't go losing your own clothing in the process. Especially in front of all these boys."
Mei blushed for a moment as her eyes darted to the audience and back at her opponent, fixing her smile back into place. "They'll appreciate the show. Behold the stripping of the legend, Zhang-Oh." Even with her declaration, they both stood still and ready in their stances. A faint breeze blew by, rolling Zhang's broad hat away from her side right before they sprang into action.
Both girls threw several swift strikes at each other, blocking those that came at them and vice versa. Mei was distinctly more fluid in her techniques, tending to whip from one side of her body to the other with swift palm strikes. Zhang's form remained far more stiff and solid, so even with her added momentum she was able to match and block the longer blows.
Zhang ended up shoving a hand upward to knock away Mei?s next strike. While her one arm bounced away, the challenging local struck out with her other in one smooth gesture. She grabbed onto Zhang?s breast, and as Mei fell back she swept her wrist down sharply and tore away a part of Zhang-Oh?s dress. Her breast bounced into view as the crowd started to mumble. With such a technique used against her, the calm and collected Zhang finally pieced together that she may need to take Mei seriously.
Mei smirked at Zhang as she tossed the scrap of dress aside while her other hand rested on her hip. The crowd muttered and whistling in surprise or admiration of the showdown and the embarrassing move. If Mei wanted a challenge, Zhang would have to draw upon the training and skills she'd used against Valentina and her crew.
"You could have done some actual damage instead," Zhang replied cooly, shifting her stance a bit. She had been treating it as a spar, and even Mei only barely noticed the changes in her intent and posture. Mei bounced towards her, a skip in her step almost like a dancer. She threw out another palm thrust, but Zhang's leg kicked her in the elbow to throw off her momentum. The local challenger stumbled, but spun around to reclaim her footing. By then Zhang had planted her leg between Mei's, catching her by the hair and hip-tossing her over her thigh. Mei threw her weight into it to land on her feet in a quick show of acrobatics but Zhang rose quicker and responded with a kick in her opponent's back. The younger fighter almost fell forward, but whirled back around for another flowing kick.
Zhang had already ducked under the strike, rising back up with a flowing gesture of her own. She delivered a double palm strike to Mei's chest, her strong fingers burying deep into the soft skin.
The effect of the power blow was immediate. Mei was suddenly sent flying back, launched off their simple stage and crashing into a clutter of tarps and barrels. The crowd was too shocked to follow her crash landing right away, but Zhang could see that her loose shirt had popped open and tore the front of her bra in half to send the undergarment flying through the air. Zhang-Oh gasped, surprised at just how busty the girl was. She estimated the bouncing boobs to be about the size of her own, only they looked even bigger on Mei's slim figure. Mei seemed to realize it before she hurried to cover herself back up.
Zhang nodded at Mei, casually tugging at her dress to cover up what little she could of her open breast. "This fight's over. You can let it go."
Mei opened her mouth to protest at first, but she nodded quietly instead. The bounty huntress looked to the audience sternly, making it clear that she was talking to them as well. The crowd muttered and turned to walk off while Zhang plucked falling pieces of Mei's dress from the air. She whistled sharply, getting one of the young men to look up. Zhang tossed him the scrap, watching the boy's eyes went from Mei to the garment then back at Zhang. The boy and Mei both blushed before he hurried off, and Zhang smirked quietly to herself.
"I'll see myself out. I have some tailoring to do," Zhang said, taking the piece of her own dress from the ground and dusting it off. She turned back to her donkey when Mei called after her.
"Wait!" Mei hurried out in front of the strolling Zhang, who came to a lazy halt. Mei quickly dropped to her knees and bowed deeply. "I'm so sorry! Please, will you come to my house for dinner as my apology!?"
After some short work with a needle and thread, Zhang had herself presentable and sitting at a table inside The Golden Duck. Mei's family ran the local restaurant, getting business from various local workers bold enough to try and enjoy the foreign cuisine. Mei had brought out dishes of baked chicken by the time Zhang was ready, sitting across from her as they spoke and ate.
"Your cooking is delicious," Zhang admitted. "More importantly, your skills as a martial artist are very impressive. You just need to work on adapting to your opponent.
"That means my technique is flawed," Mei conceded, frowning dejectedly.
"Many of the ancient styles still are. You are still young. More challenges will come, and they will help shape your abilities."
"That's easy for you to say. You're famous!"
"That fame wasn't so easily earned."
"Perhaps you're right. Even if it is regrettable, at least I lost to the best."
"Reflect on it, but do not linger on a loss for too long. If you want that boy to like you, you must let your style's flow take hold of you." Mei blushed and lowered her head, poking at her chicken as a distraction. Zhang smirked as it seemed to confirm her suspicions about Mei and the boy that had been staring at her. Zhang hid her grin as she took another bite. "This chicken is truly delicious."
"Thank you, Madam!" Mei piped up, eager to change the subject. It is a traditional recipe passed down through my family."
"Well, I can't believe you run this place by yourself."
"Yes, well after my parents passed, I ended running this place with...."
There was some noise around the front door. zhang quietly noted it from the corner of her eye, but Mei's lack of a reaction beyond a rolling of her eyes told her it wasn't any real trouble entering. The new faces were those of four Chinese men, noisily stomping into the room. Two appeared to be around Mei's age, one a good ten years older and the other rather elderly. They had loose work clothes, though each of them wore a Z neatly cut out of their shirts.
"Back from deliveries, Mei," one of the younger men. "Any more for us to run?"
"I was cooking for our guest, so no," Mei said rather sternly. "Zhang-Oh, these are my cousins, uncle and grandfather. The help I'd mentioned." Zhang just gave them a small nod of acknowledgement as she continued eating, but the men clearly eyed her more intently.
"Aren't you that female fighter who captured all those bandits awhile back?" one of the cousins pried.
"Perhaps I am." Zhang leaned over for the small dish of sauce, her soft boobs gliding across the table. The men's eyes wandered right after them.
"Whoa....I, uh, I think..." Zhang caught him staring, sliding an arm in the way and sitting back upright.
"Well you've brought a lovely guest home, Mei," her grandfather spoke up jovially. "You're very healthy, you know, miss? Hehehe..."
"Hey! You get out of here, you dirty old man! Is that any way to treat a guest! Same to the rest of you!" Mei stood up and shoved her grandfather awa from the table, herding the boys back into the kitchen with swift but harmless shoves, smacks and kicks until they were out of sight.
"Please ignore those idiots, Madam Zhang. I apologize about their behavior."
"Why? It's only natural to stare. Besides, I've already seen that you had a nice pair yourself." Mei blushed and bit her lip. "If you want to impress that boy of yours, you could to learn how to show it off rather than beating up railroad workers. There aren't many Chinese girls with chests like that around here. The more you stand out, the better."
"Perhaps you're right..." Mei muttered, toying with her fork again. It was at this time that a man burst into the room, a large bruise on his cheek and a shallow cut on his arm. He dragged another with him, a slimmer man with an even worse beating. Both had the same Z's etched into their shirts with the clean, sharp strokes.
"Zorra. It was Zorra! The Masked Harlot strikes again!"
Zhang looked at them quietly eat took another bite of her meal with her chopsticks. "I am curious. Who is this Zorra?" she asked calmly.
Mei went towards the door and grabbed a wanted poster from the bulletin board, thrusting it back at Zhang-Oh. "This! She is a mysterious bandit that has been attacking and robbing the railways. She goes after not just the trains but workers as well. She brands those she has beaten with a "Z" on their body.
"I noticed your cousins and uncles had that mark as well,"
Zhang said, nodding back in their direction as the boys went to help the wounded men.
"Yes," Mei replied, visibly scowling ahead of her. "That bitch will pay for this. Mark my word."
"And no one has been able to bring this lone bandit down?"
"The locals fear her. She moves swiftly and wears a mask so no one knows her identity."
"I see..." Zhang finally picked up the poster and gave it a long look. She hadn't seen it near her home or she would have likely gone looking for her. The figure was a shadowy one, overly done with the blank ink. It colored in much of her figure, painting a woman in a mask and a head of black hair. She was visibly armed with a sharp rapier, a pistol, and generous cleavage. "You know, I could use the extra money...." Zhang muttered.
"Really?" Mei asked, partly surprised and part hopeful. "You're actually considering hunting down the bandit Zorra?"
"Now, now. I never said I would take this job. I'm simply considering it."
"Still, a chance to see the Dragon hunt... it's an exciting prospect."
"Well, for one thing," Zhang added. "I will need weapons. A sword to match my opponent's."
"I have a sword! A jian blade. It belonged to my ancestors, passed down from generation to generation."
"Then, I will borrow that weapon. I will bring my nunchaku as well."
"How is that going to work against a swordswoman?"
"Don't worry. She'll learn what it's capable of in due time."
Mei was starting to look excited at the prospect. "Madam Zhang, take me with you! You've seen me fight. I can beat this woman and avenge my family's honor."
"I'd considered it. But my answer is no."
"But-"
"-I won't hear anymore," Zhang stood up and pulled on her poncho. "You are still young, Mei. Stay here where you belong."
Mei looked like she wanted to say all sorts of things, but she slumped back in her seat. "Fine..."
"I promise you, I will find this Zorra and defeat her."
Zhang got up and walked off towards the door, her powerful and shapely hips rolling back and forth behind her.
"Hey, who's the new waitress with the nice body?" One of the uninjured railroad workers delivered a slap to Zhang's bouncing butt, raising some laughter from the customers as the tension left the room.
Zhang stood still for a moment before whirling and sending an explosive high kick that knocked the man off his feet. He was hurled into an empty table, smashing it completely in half as he landed. What was Hell to one man was Heaven for everyone else, as Zhang held the high kick's position. Those that hadn't suffered The Dragon's wrath were left to witness Zhang's strong, exposed leg and the edges of her thong.
Zhang pointed to the rest of the crowd. "I will unmask Zorra and bring her back here for all to see. Any fool who stands in the path of the Dragon will feel her wrath!"
As everyone sat in silence, an astonished and adoring Mei watching the woman known as The Dragon leave her restaurant. She pushed the door closed as a final cool breeze blew in past her.
Madame August Reynard was a woman of status, and she preferred to carry herself as one. Her strawberry blonde hair was tied up into a bun, keeping it out of her dark eyes and strong cheekbones. Her body was tall and slim, the effect was helped by her blue corset that pushed up her noticeable chest. She looked over a number of documents, particularly maps of the railroad that was being built heading towards South America. It was a project of her husband's that she had inherited, just like the rightful ownership of the town. She had often kept quiet and out of his way, but after being given this sort of opportunity, she wanted to make the most of it.
"Uhh.... Miss Reynard?" Her secretary squeaked open the door, the mousey woman looking uncertain from behind her glasses.
"Yes, Miss Plainfield?"
"There's a... chesty Chinese woman here to see you. Says you'd know her by 'The Dragon."
Madame Reynard nodded as she finished whatever train of thought had her eyes on the map. She looked back up briefly. "Alright. See her in."
August went to the small cabinet by her desk, taking out a wine bottle and glasses. She'd just set them on a clear spot on her desk when Zhang was led in, Plainfield awkwardly trying to avert her eyes from her chest with mixed success. She shut the door behind them as August poured a glass of wine and slid it over towards Zhang. The martial artist seemed to ignore it.
"So you're the one offering this expensive reward, huh?" Zhang reached under her poncho and placing the wanted poster on the table. She reached back into her pockets to produce and light one of her cigars.
"Indeed, I am, miss...."
"Zhang is fine."
"Well, Miss Zhang, it would seem I have a little problem here."
"Well from what I gathered, Zorra has not attacked your town."
"Not yet. But Lady Zorra disrupts any potential profits I may have in the future. That's why, if I am to stay a wealthy woman, I'm willing to pay bounty hunters such as yourself handsomely to see that she never makes it this far." Zhang puffed out a stubby cloud of smoke, and Madame August eyed how her chest rose and fell with her deep breaths. "Though, I must admit, this is the first I have seen an oriental bounty huntress."
"Perhaps you know my reputation as The Dragon then. The women who have crossed me learned of it the hard way."
"I see," Madame Reynard's face brightened with a devilish smile as she opened her drawer. She leaned far over, showing the some of her cleavage in blatant view of the bounty huntress. It almost came off as her being seductive until she rose back up with a bundle of cash. "Perhaps you can show me, then."
"I want half upfront," Zhang explained. "Also, call the bounty off. I can handle the job myself."
"My, my, isn't our little Dragon greedy?"
"If you want good results, you had better pay well. Fortunately for you, you have found the right woman."
"A bold approach, Miss Zhang. Well, a clever businesswoman knows how to double her money with the right investments. In this case, we share many mutual benefits. I shall trust your word this time."
Zhang was slightly surprised. She'd expected some bargaining or resistance, or at least some harrumphing. "I guarantee you: Zorra will know the wrath of the Dragon."
"I look forward to it," Madame Reynard said with a smile as she took a drink of her wine, licking some remaining drops off her lips.
Zhang was taken down a short train ride to the Mexican-American border with Miss Plainfield to guide her. She gave Zhang a more thorough briefing, explaining that Zorra was heading South into Mexico via the railroads. The secretary stopped off at the border and passed Zhang her downpayment, a wish for good luck, and one last lead. August's various employees had last seen Zorra in the little town of Agua Caliente, just a few miles down the track.
When Zhang reached the town, the place appeared to be abandoned. She had reason to believe the clue all the same, since there were large Z's slashed into the wood of many signs and walls. She set her mule by a hitching post on the outskirts as she ventured down its dusty streets. She stopped halfway down the main street to let the hidden women cock their weapons.
"Hey, good-lookin'," a thickly accented voice called from overhead. Zhang turned casually to look at the balcony of the nearby saloon. There were a few women stepping from around the corner and like the fourth overhead, they all wore skull-patterned bandanas over her faces and carried firearms. Zhang-oh just eyed them dryly, her vision locked onto the one on higher ground. She had long dark hair, not much of a chest but a decent set of hips from what she could tell behind the flimsy disguise.
"This is gonna be real easy," one of the Mexican women said. "You're going to strip down so we going to rob you. Easy, right?"
Zhang stared back at them before reaching up and taking off her hat. The women leered proudly over their bandanas as Zhang spoke calmly. "I'm afraid I'm going to be the one doing the robbing..." She flicked her wrist so that her broad hat spiraled through the air at them like a flipped coin. The girls jumped in surprise, unable to aim past the wide distraction but by the time they swatted it aside, Zhang was gone and the saloon doors were swinging shut.
"Shit! Gabriela!" one of the bandits called. The one on the balcony looked down at them in confusion as Zhang bolted up the stairs carried by her powerful legs. Gabriela finally thought to turn and aim her shotgun, but Zhang struck her palm into the tip of the barrel. It flew upward and fired harmlessly into the air before Zhang swung her elbow to knock it from her hands. Gabriela took a swing at her, but Zhang easily ducked under it and caught the bandita's leg before dragging her away from the edge and well out of the sight of the other armed women.
While they tromped into the bar, Gabriela scrambled up to all fours. She couldn't side before Zhang delivered a hard kick into her stomach, winding her and leaving her down as Zhang delivered several more rapid kicks to her ass. The woman shrieked in pain before Zhang grabbed her pants and tore them off in one strong pull. Left in just her top and panties, Gabriela desperately threw an uppercut for Zhang's chin. She leaned back nimbly, her breasts wobbling out of the way of the punch before she grabbed Gabby's hair and shoved her over the edge of the balcony. At first she shrieked because she thought she was going to hit the ground, then from the swinging nausea, and then from the pain as she realized that her underwear had caught on the edge of the balcony. She hung off the ledge in a suspended atomic wedgie and she screamed in pain.
Zhang stepped back into the saloon, heading down the stairs calmly. As soon as she reached the ground floor, she froze for a half-second before glancing out of the corner of her eye at the three remaining marauders with their guns leveled at her, no more than five feet away.
What followed was a series of swift and fluid movements as Zhang struck her attackers while dodging point-blank gunfire. She knelt low, letting two of the bullets from the revolvers go over her head. She swept the legs out from under one of them, whirling and sliding forward so that the following shotgun blast merely peppered the tips of her hair. She turned and struck out with two snake strikes, her flexing fingers jabbing into the edges of the one bandit's breasts before the next got her in the throat. She fell to her knees gagged while Zhang kicked her in the chin, leaning sharply to her side to avoid another pistol shot. She swept a leg up for a roundhouse kick to the gunslinger's face, knocking her aside before spinning to straddle her legs over the shotgun and force it to fire through thighs instead of into her flesh. She formed her hands into hawk-like claws before she lashed them into this woman's chest, twisting her upper body aside while flinging her behind the bar with a resounding tearing sound. Zhang shook her hands to throw away the large chunks of the thief's shirt that she'd torn off, the last woman rising just in time for Zhang to straight kick her to the stomach. She grunted and flew backward, crashing through a table and landing flat on her back. Zhang stepped up to her, planting a slippered foot on her big breast before pulling down her bandana. It showed the familiar face of a dark-haired latina bandit.
"Surprise, surprise. Another loser who wishes to tangle with Zhang Oh."
"How did you know!?" Maria blurted, clearly a bit afraid of the martial artist after the last time she'd tangled with her.
"I couldn't see your face, but I could smell you. Why were you here?"
"I had no choice. I had no choice!" Maria cried out.
"Is that so? Then, why did you try to attack me?" Maria hesitated, which made Zhang yank on a handful of her hair.
"Aaaack! Ow! Okay! Okay. After our fight, I was released back to serve my time back in Mexico. But this lady, she said she wanted to get me out and pay me for a job. Just attack anyone who comes to this town. I just didn't know it was you! I wouldn't have attacked you!"
"Is that so? And who is this lady?"
"She was a masked woman. A Spaniard woman."
"Zorra."
"Yea, I think that was her name."
"Where can I find her?"
"She's not far off. She was planning on using the train in the nearby town to make her escape. Now please! You have to let me go."
"That depends. Tell me what you know about Zorra."
"I told you. She likes to conceal her identity. I didn't even get to see her face or hair. But she likes black clothing. Look for a woman dressed in black."
Zhang paused as she seemed to consider Maria's words, but there came a click from behind her. One of Maria's fellow banditas cocked her gun, but before she could fire, Zhang bent over backward and planted a handstand. Her legs flashed bare in the air above her before they struck like lightning; two bolts striking the ambushing outlaw right in the crotch. The woman let out a choked cursed as she crumbled to her knees, Zhang flipping around to face her and throw a crushing palm strike into her chest. The ambushing bandita was hurled backwards, the impact shredding the fabric of her chest so severely that she landed in nothing but her panties against the wall of an old barn, legs splayed out in front of her in a witless daze. Her revolver clattered to the ground, firing off its last shot harmlessly into the air.
Zhang looked up at the falling pieces of her attacker's clothes before snatching a particular piece out of the air. It was another wanted poster, though this one had a sketch of a lovely Chinese woman with an additional drawing on the side of her particularly perky breasts. It didn't have the usual markings that showed it as an official bounty, not that some of the more honorless hunters cared. It bore the name "Zhang-Oh" and held a $4000 reward.
"So you said you didn't know it was me, huh?" Zhang mused as she stepped back towards Maria.
"W-wait. Please! I forget these things. Uh... English is not my native language!"
"Like I needed more of a reason to punish you..."
"N-n-no!"
Zhang took Maria by the hair, lifting the Mexican outlaw to her feet before smashing simultaneous punches into her Maria's tits. "Ox!" Zhang cried out as Maria staggered and gasped.
Zhang switched her hand into a straight and knife-like shape and she leaned in and rammed it into Maria's pussy, getting a sharp "OHHHH!" out of her.
"Snake!"
She stood back upright and buried her strong fingers into Maria's breasts, squeezing around the soft and vulnerable flesh. "Tiger!" She switched over to balance on one leg, firing a barrage of lightning-fast on Maria's chest and belly. "Rabbit!"
Zhang flipped back off of her good leg, leaping high into the air over the dazed Maria that had both hands busy clutching her aching chest and pussy. "Crane!" Zhang shouted as she came shooting back down, turning in midair and kicking Maria in the head. The Mexican woman crumbled into the dirt, groaning weakly as her hazy vision focused on Zhang standing above her. "And don't you forget them!"
Zhang gathered up the beaten banditas and left them in front of the town. She tied them up and left them draped over the hitching post where she'd left her mule, asses up in the air to greet whoever came by next. Their cheeks had the Chinese character for ?dragon? on them, to make her message clear. Zhang walked off with her pack mule while she frowned at the bounty poster for her. "So Zorra did knew I was coming after her already," she mused. "Madame Reynard had better have a lot to answers when I return with Zorra."
