The Man with the Iron Fists 2 Page #5

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Let's go.

Let's.

Li Guang.

Li Guang.

I'm sorry, Li Guang.

Hey, you!

Over there! Back to work!

What's the problem, Kung?

Was your brother not careful?

I made a vow to

always protect my family,

including my brother.

Having failed at this,

I now have no choice but to honor

his legacy and demand justice.

Cease!

For you, he's family.

For me, he's another dead miner.

And if any of you other miners

decide to lose your way,

there will be more accidents.

Get used to it.

He was a good man.

A proud man.

He won fair and square.

And now he's dead.

That's not right.

It could have been an accident.

No sign of foul play.

Your words spill out

like dung from a cow, Zhang.

He was my brother!

You tell your boss

I'm not letting this one go.

You're in no position

to demand anything, Kung.

We must keep our wits about us.

We don't want to feel the

full force of Ho's wrath...

I have always been

willing to stay in my place

and do Ho's bidding,

as long as it protected my family,

but now?

I know, I know.

It doesn't seem right.

But I have to warn you,

Ho is not happy you've been

stirring rebellion in the mines.

Watch your back.

So, Mr. Kung, tell me.

These tools?

What's the story?

I hope you didn't

find me presumptuous.

But I wanted to get your

professional opinion on these.

Well, they're made of the

cheapest pig iron I've ever seen.

And if the goal is

to get as much silver

out of the mines as

quickly as possible,

you'll never reach your quota.

So you understand my problem.

Can you help us?

I can fill your

pockets with silver.

That won't be necessary.

I'm in your debt.

After all, you did save my life.

That was my daughter's doing.

Me? I would have

thrown you out.

Well, so much for

southern hospitality.

We are desperate people,

Thaddeus.

I need to liberate us from

the ruthless Beetle Clan.

And when that fight comes,

my people need a way

to protect themselves.

I know you forge

the best weapons.

Will you make them for us?

Mr. Kung,

with all due respect,

I've made many devices

that killed many men.

Even my hands

have become weapons.

I'm on a path to Buddha.

And making weapons

is not on that path.

Doesn't Lord Buddha

protect the weak

and punish evil?

I'll fix your tools for you,

then be on my way.

How you use them is up to you.

That's very kind of you.

It's nothing.

My bandages,

did you wrap them?

My father did the dressing.

Your father seems

like a good man.

He's a very gentle and kind man.

Sometimes I think too kind.

I wish he was more like you.

Brave.

Strong.

You shouldn't take

kindness for a weakness.

Sometimes it takes more courage

not to fight than to fight.

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