Woman: Oh it's you. Toni ain't here. But he left one of his sugary love letters for you.
Toni: We're at war! The Triads have a fish factory as a front. Most of their business goes down at the fish market in Chinatown. The laundry still owes us protection. They reckon the Triads are protecting them now, so I say we exact a fitting punishment. Take those boys over and whack the Triad Warlords! Hell, if you get a chance, pop some of their soldiers too.