This news about the Li gang made Tony's heart burn with anger at the way they are treating the villagers.
He immediately stood up from his seat which surprised everyone, then in a calm manner Tony announces, "Guan Yu take care of this Miss and the patient."
Guan Yu looked at Tony with wonderment, "Master Liang...where are you heading?"
At the doorway Tony stopped his quickened steps as he turned his head to the side, "Take care."
In a strange way Tony left the house as Guan Yu was looking puzzled at the empty darkness outside the open wooden doors.
It was already quite late into the night with the sounds of chirping crickets and noises from the pond toads.
Guan Yu walked outside to observe the peaceful brilliance of the stars that shine so brilliantly in the night sky.
'I have never seen Master Liang act this way…' his eyes turn back to look at the lady in white dress caring for the man with a warm towel, 'the calm before the storm.'
Inside a darkly lit factory two men in guard are patrolling in a black overall uniform with a nightstick in one hand and a lighting flashlight for seeing in the pitch darkness.
From the ominous quiet of their dark surroundings these two men engaged in a light small talk to ease their unease of the night.
Around them were boxes after boxes stacked up high to the ceiling with the inside filled with paper manufactured from the machines of the factory.
On the metal ceiling above only a tiny white electric light shining down onto the dark space.
But due to these hundreds of stacked boxes the light can't penetrate downwards to the ground.
"Did you hear," the patrol with a scar on his chin taps on the arm of the guy next to him, "today a worker in the factory tries to threaten Boss Li."
"No way!" the other man shakes his head in disbelief. "He must be a dumbass. Who would dare to threaten Boss Li."
The man with a scar declines his hands, "I'm serious. That dude even brought a couple of his friends."
"What happened exactly?" the patrol questions knitting his brows together.
"Hmm," the scar man scratched his chin, "remember the dude who got into a factory accident a couple days back?"
The patrol had a realization, "Yeah. That guy had his whole hand cut off by the paper machines...wait a minute-"
"It was that dude," the scarred patrol tapped his friend's arm, "but guess what happened to him."
In the quiet of the factory the patrol's voice lowered down to a whisper over his friend's ear as he looked left and right to make sure nobody was around them.
"Boss Li sends some men," he whispered ominously into his friend's ear, "and...chopped their bodies up...alive!"
At that last word his friend took a step away and felt the chills on his arms which made the scarred man laugh teasing him for his cowardice.
"Man can you stop scaring me like this," his friend breathes out a deep breath putting his hand to his heart to calm himself down.
Immediately the scarred man's face turned serious as he said, "Dude, did you just hear that?"
Their conversation stopped as they both stood in silence stretching their hearing for any disturbance in the factory.
But there were no sounds that interrupted in their surrounding, just the loud sounds chirping of the crickets outside the factory.
"Hear what? Probably just the other patrols," his friend replies back, "man are you trying to scare me again. It's not going to work this time."
Resuming the light mood the scar man continues the conversation, "Yeah. Just the other patrols."
They continue walking on forward in the large factory in the dimly lit environment with their flashlights shining away the darkness in front of them.
Footsteps from behind them inch closer and closer, catching up to their pace without making a single noise.
Slowly the footsteps reveal Tony wearing dark clothing with his head covered for disguise.
Now Tony who's in disguise is already only one meter away from the two patrols, as he reaches behind his back to take out two guns with silencers on.
Inorder to complete the mission Tony has reengineered the two guns combined with a silencer to be totally noiseless in each shot.
Slowly Tony raises his two guns up to the men's head, with the silencer only a couple centimeters away from their scalp.
"For some reason I feel a chill behind my back," the patrol tells the scarred patrol besides him while he can feel his tongue dry from fear.
However, the patrol with a scar on his cheek didn't answer back as he slowly walked upward where his flashlight was shining upon.
The scar patrol literally forgot to breathe as he at once saw through the circle of light from the flashlight an unexpected small black liquid droplet on the floor.
Without hearing a response from his friend, the patrol turned to the side to examine a palpitating expression filled with horror on the scar patrol's face with his eyes bulging wide.
"Man what��s wrong," the patrol took hold of his friend's arm in care.
He saw that his eyes were observing something on the ground in carefulness as they walked forward in the dark factory.
Looking down on the ground where their flashlights were shining upon he saw continuous droplets of dark liquid on the ground.
He couldn't see exactly what the black droplets were so he used his nightstick to poke the one of the larger circle of black liquid on the ground and raised it up his face to observe.
At this moment as he took a closer look his body totally freezed without movement on the ground as his face revealed his terror.
He poked the scar man's arm with his elbow saying with a quiet tone, "Man you should see this."