Hakan: What's this? Crimson Viper: Hmm... I honestly thought you'd be taller. You didn't look that short in your file. Hakan: Watch your mouth! Crimson Viper: Temper's out of control too, I see. Hakan: Listen up, lady! You sure you wanna start a fight with me? Really sure? Crimson Viper: I came all this way to see if you were worth recruiting, but I guess not. See you later. Hakan: Hold it right there! I'm not just gonna let you walk away after that! Crimson Viper: You'll regret this!
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Lauren: Mommy! Mommy! I didn't know that you were coming home today! Crimson Viper: Well, what do we have here? Looks like a baby. But I've never seen a baby this big before! Lauren: Mommy, I love you. Crimson Viper: I love you too, Lauren.
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So, they found his body, too... That means the whole team pursuing Shadaloo has been wiped out. Of course. My investigation will continue as is. Yes, I'm aware of that. Yes... Yes... Understood. Goodbye. So many have lost their lives at the hands of Shadaloo and S.I.N. They possess weapons and power beyond imagination and they think very little of human life. They hide in the shadows, moving in the darkness just outside of view. But they've forgotten one thing... Nothing in this world lasts forever. Everything eventually decays and breaks down. I hope you're ready, Seth. And Shadaloo as well. I'm about to pull back the veil and expose you for good. I owe my fallen comrades that much.
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What a pain!
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This is just business. Nothing personal.
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I'm pretty good at the rough stuff. Housework? Not so much.
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Lauren's birthday is coming up. I wonder what she'd like...
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I don't care about pride or ego. I'm just here to do my job.
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You should be more careful. There's no worker's comp if you get hurt.
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If you're not going to take this seriously, don't step into the ring.
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You were awfully reckless back there. Are you looking to get hazard pay?
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I'm here for work. I don't have time to mess around with the likes of you!
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You're not bad. You should try to get a contract offer and make some cash.
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If I could change careers, I'd go for something that allows more time at home.
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You're better off not knowing about your background. Call off your search.
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I don't know who the best fighter really is, but it sure as heck isn't you.
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I don't care who you are. Get in my way, and you pay the price.
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If you could have kept your rage under control, I might've gone easier on you.
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How does it feel to cower helplessly at my feet?
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Ever consider selling off your excess electricity to a power company?
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Go home. You're not ready to take on an investigation like this on your own.
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I can't stand straight-laced, serious people like you. Lighten up already.
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That's what you get for trying to boss me around.
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I've never seen a grown man act this childish. You should be ashamed!
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I'm not a fan of brooding types, but your energy is a little over the top.
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I guess today just wasn't your lucky day, yogi.
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Get in my way again and I'll walk away with your fight money.
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You're not really cut out for the whole chef thing. Rethink your career.
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Never underestimate the power of a mother!
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I hate flashy jerks who show off. Don't ever bother me again!
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Time to hit the senior citizen's circuit, old man.
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If I were assigned to investigate, you couldn't have faked your death.
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Whose dog tags are those? Ah, I see. You're fighting for a lost friend...
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I didn't expect to see a legendary Bushin-ryu fighter in this tournament.
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How on earth did a loser like you make it onto my scouting list?
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If I had a body like that, I'd probably cover up more.
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I used to skip school all the time, too. Those were the days...
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Fancy meeting you here. Care to tell me what you're up to?
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You should go home and take care of your wife, blondie.
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If you really want to save your dojo, go get yourself a piggy bank.
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Lauren... Don't worry, I'll be home to tuck you in tonight.
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Try focusing on the positive for once. All this doom and gloom are tiresome.
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I'm too busy to spend all day listening to you drone on and on about nothing.
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No job? No home? Living just for the fight? How can you do that?
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I don't get you martial artists. It's all a little too zen for me.
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You should really go home, kid. Your mother must be worried sick.
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This may be a job, but I sure enjoyed beating you senseless.
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Taking the weight of the world on your shoulders can be exhausting.
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If you love yourself so much, go spend some quality time with a mirror, weirdo.
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That's an interesting hairstyle. Is that what's in these days?
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I could beat you with one hand tied behind my back.
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Patriotism? Sorry, pal, but the only thing I truly love is my family.
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