The Man with the Iron Fists Page #2

Give me my sword and I'll leave this place.

And go where?

Anywhere my hands won't be used

to make tools that kill anyone.

This place is not so bad.

Under the right circumstances

it could be paradise.

Paradise? This place?

Hey, little one.

Another one.

The Gemini killers will arrive with

the governor's gold by sunrise.

Our plans are in place.

We're ready for them.

Good.

Well, that leaves

one remaining issue.

Zen Yi.

Mr. Kwon,

so pleased to see you.

Silver Lion.

Brass Body.

It's nice to see

a familiar face.

"The Snake

Charmer." Your best work yet.

Thank you.

However, this nextjob

will not be so easy.

Is that so?

Zen Yi has become a thorn

in the Lion's paw.

That's what happens when you

send mice to do a man's job.

You bring us another trophy,

I'll double it.

Zen Yi's blades will

have no effect on me.

Should we go straight to base?

We'll post up

at the Dragon Inn.

Wakey-wa key, little blossoms.

VVa key-wa key.

Go on.

Now, if you're good,

we can play a game called,

"Let's pretend

we're Catholic."

And I'll see if I can find

the heretic amongst you.

Let's start now.

Master Zen Yi.

My private room, please.

Of course. This way.

Chan, give this to Silver Lion.

And hurry back.

That should satisfy

Madam Blossom.

She will no longer

be your master.

No, she won't.

Thank you.

We should pack our bags and

leave this place immediately.

What's the rush?

Let us have one

last moment here.

Before we go.

Twenty-three, 24, 25.

Why 25?

Well, the earth is 25,000

miles in circumference.

So smart.

Strong hands.

You're so beautiful.

How about we get Madam Blossom

in for a threesome before we go?

Hurry, hurry.

Silver Lion

should be here by now.

He knows we're here, and his tardiness

says more than his presence.

Don't come in!

Don't come in! Stop!

Stop, stop, stop, come back!

No!

Brother!

X-Blade,

you're a dead man.

No!

BLACKSMITHI Zen Yi.

Well, Gold Lion was dead,

and Zen Yi was

out of commission.

Now, there was all eyes

on the Geminis,

who arrived in town

with the governor's gold.

Their plan was to post up at

Dragon Inn, spend the night,

and continue north.

I've cleared everybody out,

just as you requested.

I'm looking forward to your

famous Cantonese braised ribs.

I knew you would ask.

It's already prepared.

Well?

Spicy.

Good.

Upstairs.

You're still as lovely as ever.

Please.

You look beautiful, Jackie.

Like a Chinese warrior.

Me likey.

Master Silver Lion.

I'm sorry,

we're closed for the day.

You are never closed

to the Lion Clan.

Now, where are the Geminis?

Please, no trouble.

Trouble?

Mr. and Mrs. Gemini.

How are they?

Spicy.

Where's your boss, Gold Lion?

Unfortunately,

he couldn't make it.

What do you want here,

Silver Lion?

You know what we want.

Friends, there's really no need

for your journey to end here.

And by that,

I mean your life journey.

You give us the gold,

we spare you and your men.

And maybe we will invite you to

join us and live like royalty

here in our lovely village.

A dog living in a palace

is still a dog.

And every dog loves

to chase the pussycat.

The Gemini stance.

Poison Dagger.

Where are you?

Come out!

Come out!

No more, no more.

Go. We are closed.

Forever.

The Lions do this. See

what they did to my inn!

You want Lion?

I cook you Lion.

How would you like it?

Steamed? Deep fried?

Pan fried?

Lion dumpling?

I was hoping for one last dish

of your Emperor Sui Duck.

We haven't prepared

that dish in years.

Seasoned with young basil,

and Yangzi grains.

The dish is for

very special customers.

Please.

What kind of Lion is this?

Not Lions. Gemini.

A very pretty one at that.

Such a shame.

Mercury.

The mark of Poison Dagger.

Who in this village would

have access to mercury?

Our blacksmith.

But he's not from here.

His weapons are very dangerous.

Well,

I'm only here for the duck.

As if bad

things couldn't get worse,

word got to the governor that

the Lions ambushed the gold.

This enraged him, and he called

in the fierce Jackal troops.

Now, these motherfuckers

had a Gatling gun

and more bullets

than China had rice.

He gave them an order.

If one tael of gold

was missing,

they was to burn Jungle

Village to the ground.

Prepare these herbs.

Why are you helping me?

Because I forged the weapons

that killed your father.

I regret that.

Brother,

don't avert your energy.

You're not strong yet.

No.

But soon.

And I want to ask you

of one thing.

My blades, they were

destroyed by Brass Body.

I need a new suit of knives.

The X-Blade's

new suit of knives.

The final weapon these

hands would ever forge.

And if he can avenge his

father with these blades,

then my debt to him

will be paid.

And I can grab my girl and get

the f*** out of Jungle Village.

Come back to bed, Jackie.

Some pleasure before business?

You were business.

This is pleasure.

You've got

good taste, Blacksmith.

I always thought that Lady Silk

was the finest of all the girls.

And you've been

monopolizing her.

Tell me where Zen Yi is,

or I promise you, you

will never see her again.

My. This is no way

to treat our guest.

Are we men, or are we beasts?

We are men!

So, my friend, I never got a chance to

thank you for your magnificent weapons.

They were invaluable.

So, it seems you've been working quite

hard these nights. I admire that.

But on what, may I ask?

Go to hell.

Listen, your skills

can be used by us.

You can be a great asset.

If you give up Zen YE and

pledge your allegiance to us,

your troubles will be over.

But, if you refuse, we'll make

sure you never work again.

You are no Gold Lion.

Well, that hurts.

I will ask you one last time.

Blackie, where is Zen Yi?

You shouldn't have done that.

Ooh.

What do you want

to do with his body?

Leave him to the rats.

You're tough as old boots,

Blacksmith.

Englishman.

Who are you?

You can call me Jack.

I'm the one who saved you

from the reaper.

Not my arms.

No. They're rat food,

I'm afraid.

We're going to have

to cauterize your wounds.

It won't be pleasant.

It won't be pleasant at all.

Quite a sophisticated

operation you have here.

Drink.

I see you work with mercury.

Again.

One more. A large one.

Open your mouth, bite on this.

Take this, take this.

Your wounds are healing

surprisingly quickly.

How do you feel?

Am I assuming correctly

that you made this?

So, how does a man

with your obvious skill

end up in a wretched corner

of the Earth like this?

I spent most of my life in

chains, serving others.

The master of the plantation my family

worked on was dying of consumption.

For 35 years, my mother

served him, nursed him,

slept with him.

And on his deathbed...

Okay, now, what's his name?

Thaddeus.

Thaddeus...

Henry.

Smith.

Boy, good luck.

You're gonna need it.

Momma...

Hyah!

Hey, boy, you got

those horseshoes ready?

Didn't you hear? I asked

if them shoes were ready.

N*gger, you can't read.

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