Liu the Tyrant roared, "Ah ya ya!"
Then the machete he had raised high suddenly swooshed downwards. This strike gathered the greatest strength Liu the Tyrant had ever mustered in his lifetime because the man before him was the most formidable he had ever slain. Though not of high status, merely a Hong Kong Gang Leader, his hands were stained with the blood of more than a hundred souls from the Heaven-defying Gang, including his brother Zhang Lang. All these lives were to be accounted under his name.
Pschhh...
The blade easily severed Hong Kai's neck, and then the round head fell to the ground, blood spraying like a musical fountain onto the Blood Flag. The head slowly rolled to the front of the crowd. Face up, Hong Kai's features paled, his eyes wide open.
The Hongmen people were instantly plunged into grief. Each one burst into tears.
"Gang Leader, Gang Leader!"
"Brothers, avenge the Gang Leader, charge!"
