"Xiao Jing, hold on, let's go." Zhang Xudong threw a submachine gun to He Jingxian and jumped off the boat first.
As soon as the two men got off the boat, they plunged into the crowd.
At this time, the two workers had just carried the two bags to Sima Langyue.
A worker whispered, "President, my cousin brought two packages of weapons for you to distribute to the brothers."
Sima Langyue looked at the Japanese in front of him and asked in a low voice without turning his head:
"Have you seen what's inside?"
The worker whispered excitedly:
“President, each bag contains thirty-five pistols and matching magazines.
This pistol looks good. With these weapons, we may not know who will live and who will die in the end."
"You guys quietly distribute these weapons to the brothers.
Let those brothers who can't shoot retreat to the back; we can't let them die in vain."
While they were making arrangements, the leader of the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side spoke:
"Mr. Sima, it's getting dark soon.
Are you ready to hand over this dock, or stay here with these unarmed workers?
Chinatown has been blocked by our people, and you won't get any reinforcements.
Don’t you Chinese have a saying that goes, “He who knows the times is a hero.”
Mr. Sima, please stop resisting and surrender."
Sima Langyue laughed and said:
"Sixteen years ago, I, Sima Langyue, was able to drive you out of China, and today I can destroy you right here.
Do you think you can scare me just because you're a lackey of the Hell's Angels?
You’re dreaming! I, Sima Langyue, will fight against you little Japs in this life.
Come on, Yamashita Inusaburo, let’s fight a life or death today.
If my brothers and I frown, we are not Chinese men."
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