"Hello, hello... Moshi Moshi, bzzz."
Old Ninth's voice came through the electronic megaphone.
The guards and laborers crowded at the wharf waiting to unload all turned around.
Under the dim yellow streetlights.
A dozen burly men stood in a row.
The man in front wore a black hood and raised his left hand high. "Everybody, thanks for your hard work."
"No unloading today. Please kneel on the ground in an orderly fashion. Thank you for your cooperation."
Old Ninth politely waved to the Koreans.
But all he got in response was collective bewilderment.
More than thirty guards ran straight at the Lei Zis with weapons in hand.
"Aishiba, that's the Dragon Kingdom's language!"
"What do they think the Peninsula is? People from the Dragon Kingdom must die!"
"Call for backup!"
The murderous guards drew their guns and opened fire from far away.
"All together! Kill the Dragon Kingdom people!"
"The chief said to kill every Dragon Kingdom person who enters the Peninsula!"
The laborers grew restless too, grabbed iron hooks and other weapons, and charged.
The two sides had already fought their way into a blood feud.
The moment they met, they saw red.
Rat-a-tat-tat!
Old Ninth stared dumbfounded at the bullet holes in the clothes over his chest.
"Brother Nine, they don't understand the Dragon Kingdom's language." Old Wine rolled his eyes.
"Then we'll use an international language they understand."
Old Ninth tossed aside the megaphone, grabbed his long saber, and flashed forward.
The heads of the guards at the front instantly flew into the air.
In less than ten seconds, every guard was down.
Old Ninth leveled his long saber at the laborers. The dripping blade alone cowed them all.
"Fuck your mothers! This is a robbery! Everyone fucking kneel-"
"Forget it. No need to kneel. You don't