Junjie looked to the Infallible Master. “There is no more Bohai, is there?”
“There is not,” the Infallible Master replied. “There is only Rage Dog. Do not make the same mistake I did.”
Rage Dog held up the squirmy bag. “To eat the last brain of an imperial dynasty, to obtain the knowledge that comes with countless generations of leadership…all of China will be mine.”
Junjie picked up one of the golden swords and pointed it at Bohai. “Release the Emperor, monster. Do so now and I will clap you in chains and lock you away where you can’t hurt anyone anymore. I will then spend the rest of my days searching for a cure, for some method of restoring Bohai’s soul to his former body.”
Rage Dog’s eyes traveled to his missing hand, then to the various holes and marks that permeated his body. “What makes you think Bohai would even want it now?”
“You are repeating my mistake, my son,” the Infallible Master warned. “No more negotiations. Finish him.”
Junjie studied Rage Dog’s face. “I know my brother is in there, somewhere…I just can’t…”
Thunk! The tip of General Tsang’s sword pierced its way through Rage Dog’s eyeball. The creature uttered a few last gaps then dropped the bag, only for it to be caught just in time by the general’s hand.
Rage Dog collapsed to the floor. He was no more. Once he was out of the way, the full figure of the general was revealed. The veteran warrior was soaked in the blood and brains of the many zombies he defeated out in the rain.
“You kung fu fighters are a sentimental lot, aren’t you?” General Tsang asked as he looked down at Rage Dog’s corpse. “Good think I didn’t know him that well.”
Ever so gently, the general placed the bag on the floor and opened it up. A very scared little boy popped out and attached himself to his protector like a barnacle on the hull of a ship.
“Yes, your majesty,” General Tsang said as he ran his hands through the boy’s hair. “Tsang is here now.”
“Come,” the Infallible Master said to Junjie. “There is more work outside.”