A thug approached from behind him, "Sir, I've heard from the elders in my hometown that the Demon people from the Fist Rebellion possess mystical powers, and can snatch away a person's soul from miles away. The immigration officials are coming for an inspection tomorrow; he might be big trouble."
Mystical powers...
Mr. Wu glared at the thug, took off his cowboy hat, and his eyes, the size of green beans, darted back and forth before he suddenly sneered, "Well then, go find the Red Lantern Association right now, and tell them we've just received a batch of strong pigs. I'm willing to sell them at fifty dollars apiece. Just as long as they take this troublemaker away!"
The thug's eyes widened at the mention of going to the Red Lantern Association, and his legs started to cramp up with fear: "Sir, this... this... The Red Lantern Association, they are heretics wanted by the police. It's said they use living people as sacrifices, and they even eat babies who aren't a month old yet."
