"Welcome, Gold Lion." "Hmm!" "Long live Gold Lion!" "Long live Gold Lion!" "Brothers..." "Give this to your boss." "You have two days to finish the job." "Two days." "Aah!" "Ahh!" "Master." "Master." "Master!" "Master." "Master's dead!" "Kill them all!" "Kill them all!" "Die!" "Die!" "Pick up the Master's body and those of our fallen brothers." "We take them to the base." "Happy birthday, Hyena Chief." "Get out of here, you little bastards." "I told you to leave our customers alone." "Next time, I'll poison this!" "Master..." "Make the fire, bring drink." "We camp here tonight." "Right away." "Welcome back." "Thank you." "Why are you helping me?" "I know that you're a good man." "And so was your father," "Gold Lion." "You made the weapons that the Lions used against the Hyenas." "Yes." "And was my father the victim of one of those blades?" "I heard he was." "I regret that." "Who ordered the weapons?" "The Lions." "Political man of Silver Lion." "Brother, don't avert your energy." "You're not strong yet." "No, but soon." "My blades." "They were destroyed by Brass Body." "I need a new suit of knives." "I swore these hands would never be used to make weapons that kill again." "But, still, I owe you." "It'll be my finest work." "The Lions were asking me questions about this." "What did you tell them?" "That it was for you." "You take care of him." "I'll be back." "Be careful." "Looking for me, Zen Yi?" "Kiss my ring, Zen Yi." "Bow down to me." "Bow down to Silver Lion." "I'm to your right, to your left." "I'm right behind you." "I'm right here."