"Han Kun!"
The man with half his face tattooed held his double swords crossed and yelled angrily, "You Cao Gang are stepping out of line, doing business on the Yangtze River. Do you really think the Pai Sect is easy to provoke?"
Han Kun remained unflustered and said indifferently, "What a joke. These are military orders from the court. Do you think we dare to disobey?"
"If you're not convinced, go find Marshal Zhang yourself."
"Cut the crap with using the court to pressure us!"
The half-faced tattooed man's eyes were blood-red as he roared and charged forward with his double swords, his surrounding allies swarming in as well.
This was a bare-knuckled fight of the pugilistic world; only the living had the right to speak, and it was about might making right.
However, a trace of mockery flashed in Han Kun's eyes.
He quickly retreated as the Cao Gang disciples behind him suddenly raised their muskets in unison and pulled the triggers without hesitation.
Bang Bang Bang!
