Chapter 76 - Mr. Chang - Guandao (2/2)

”How about this then? Give me Kenny and Hannah. In exchange, I'll give you this kitted AR-15 with 5 magazines with 30 rounds each and that shotgun with the slugs. I'll even add 2 motorcycles if you give me your guandao, not the one on display at your house, the real one I've seen you use before when I came to visit when I was 10.” I said.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

”N-not the guandao. It's mine.” he stuttered.

”You can't even use it anymore; your kids don't know as well. It's just gathering dust now.” I replied.

He threw a hateful glance and I just stared nonchalantly.

”You'd need to go out if you start to have less food. You'd need more vehicles for that. I'll throw in 2 suits of protective clothing as a sign of good will. Do you really think that holding onto that weapon is the best course of action for your group now? I know that it's important to you as this is important to me but I promise you that I'll take good care of it.” I explained as my hand is placed on the handle of my wakizashi.

All of them are now staring at him as he rubs his glabella with his eyes closed.

”C'mon, I'll accept it even if it's the replica.” I said to myself.

”F-fine.” he said as I gave a faint smile.

The gate was now opened and Mr. Chang asked his son to get the weapon that I was looking for. My group then placed the two motorcycles down with the two boxes of the protective gear that I promised I would give them. My uncle handed the shotgun to one of Mr. Chang's people and I handed my AR directly to him. His son came out of their door and was carrying a polearm that is a few inches taller than me. I inspected it first and it's the real deal.

The blade shines brightly and it looks like a naginata from Japan but thicker. However, I wish I have one of those instead of this one. It's a bit larger compared to it and this one has a notch at the back of the blade to catch the opponent's weapon with it. The main blade is heavy and the pole is part wood and part metal. It also has a small counterweight on the other end of the pole and it is shaped like a small blunt spike. There is a design of a gray dragon wrapping around the pole and its mouth is where the main blade starts while the tail is in the other end.

I nodded at Mr. Chang and offered a handshake and he reluctantly gave me one.

”Well, it's really hard to let go of something you have for decades. I'm pretty surprised that he agreed.” I said to myself.

”No! You're not taking away my kids from me!” my aunt bellowed as we approach them to take Kenny and Hannah.

Cyrill stepped in the middle of us and he threw a punch towards my uncle.

*whoosh*

*thud*

”You f.u.c.ker better step away or you'll receive more of this.” he shouted.

My uncle received it with his face, not even bothering to dodge it. I was about to do something but he balled up his fist and threw a punch of his own at his son.

*WHOOSH*

*THUD*

”Damn. He really did it.” I said to myself.

My uncle is visibly more muscular than my lanky cousin. He has a beer belly but all his muscles from driving trucks and delivering them from place to place and carrying it himself to the warehouses exploded at my cousin's face.

”Grck!” Cyrus sprawled on the floor clutching his face. He was about to get up but I just looked at him dead in the eye and he was frozen in the spot. I brandished the guandao at him and I pointed the blade on his neck. I saw Mr. Chang's eyes glimmer when I wielded his weapon.

I whispered at him, ”I'll kill you if you move.”

He gnashes his teeth but he never moved a muscle.

”Bitch.” I said out loud.

”Well, let go of that weapon and fight me fairly!” he shouted.

”Hah! That's cute. I'd rather not rattle your brain much more so you could at least think like a normal person.” I retorted.

”At least I think normally, what is going on in the head of a killer like you?” he retorted as well.

”You'd really like to know? I can kill you, your sister, and your mom here in 10 seconds with this thing. Less if I don't cut you into parts.” I said menacingly.

”You!” Joanna shouted.

”Shut the f.u.c.k up too, okay? I'd take less time if you don't have a pound of makeup in your face.” I snapped back as I heard a few chuckles all around me. She shrinks down though she's glaring at me and my uncle.