A side story of a master and his disciple

Once a ago, like a long damn time ago. Before well, just before a psudo-Ming dynasty period but with modern technology.

A wise master and his disciple were all sitting in a restaurant awaiting their meal.

The food arrived at their table. But before they could enact the sacred ritual of eating food and drinking booze till you are thrown out of the restaurant and into the alleyway. But that was not meant to be. As tragedy struck.

Fighting broke out beside them and their table and delicious expensive food trampled upon. Punches and kicks rolled out as unarmed martial arts combat broke out.

The master and disciple burst out in tears as they held the trampled duck breast special day dumpling in hand, which was part of their ordered food. But they soon regained themselves as a man in turquoise coloured clothing fell upon the master. The disciple restrained the man and the master quickly whipped out his CZ100 handgun and shot the man in the head as he shouted, "those innocent sweet rolls! You bastards!"

The master then proceeded to shoot Q in the head at a close distance, who was in praying mantis pose. He did that also to D. Who had just shown his Samba skills by defeating 8 men. But D was not immune to a 45. Cal bullet to the head.

After those two fell dead on the floor from gunshots. silence fell upon the surroundings of the master. Everyone had surprising stopped fighting.

But that was not to last for long. People started running out of the restaurant and the wise old master started to fire upon them after reloading his magazine.

After a while though, there was peace but only after 20 people shot in the head and 13 people shot in the back. It seems wise old masters make for good marksmens.

And thus the story ended with the master and disciple going to eat at Mr. Chiang's home instead.

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