Men poured in from three directions at once. The large sliding door, a side entrance on the left, and through a hole in the wall on the right. Twenty-five guns came up and pointed at Baki.
The leader raised his hand and everyone stopped. He had a scar running from his left eye to his jaw. "Baki Hanma," he said in accented English. "Since you have come to China, you stay here forever."
Baki tilted his head. "China seems very hospitable."
"It has always been."
"Is that so." Baki cracked his knuckles. "Then show me."
The leader's expression didn't change. "Charge!"
Baki's eyes glinted blue.
One moment he was twenty feet away. The next he was in front of the leader with his fist already moving.
CRACK!
The punch hit the leader's chest like a gunshot. He flew back and took three men down with him.
"SHOOT HIM!"
Gunfire erupted. Baki was already moving, rolling forward across the floor. Bullets sparked off the concrete where he had been standing. He came up between two gunmen, grabbed both their heads, and smashed them together. They dropped.
A man to his left fired. Baki twisted and the bullet grazed his shirt. His heel came down on the man's shoulder. The hit shattered the collarbone and put him in the ground.
More gunfire. Baki stepped through it, shifting just enough each time, every movement minimal. He closed the distance and went through the next group in a blur. Bodies hit the floor in sequence.
A massive man stepped forward from the back, easily six-foot-five, carrying an automatic shotgun. He didn't speak. He just started firing.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The spread was wide. Baki dove behind a concrete pillar. Chunks of stone exploded around him. He waited for the click of an empty chamber and burst out the moment it came. The big man's hands were still moving to reload when Baki's hook landed on his jaw.
The jaw shattered. Teeth scattered across the floor. The man somehow stayed on his feet and swung the shotgun like a club. Baki blocked with his forearm, the metal bent, and he ripped it from the man's hands. He jumped, his leg whipping around in a tight circle, hitting the man's head repeatedly until his spine hit a concrete pillar. Baki finished with an axe kick that drove him down the pillar and left a red streak on the concrete.
The remaining men had stopped shooting. They reformed into a semicircle. One of them barked orders in Mandarin. They were going to rush him all at once.
Baki smiled. "Now we're talking."
They came. He went through them fast, picking his spots, never staying in one place long enough to be surrounded. Roundhouse kicks dropped three in front. A shoulder throw and two knee strikes took two more on the left. The rest tried to regroup and he didn't give them the chance. A flurry of strikes, a sudden shift in direction, and the semicircle fell apart.
Six were left. They clustered near the entrance, one of them on his phone. Two of them looked at each other, dropped their guns, and ran.
The remaining four raised their weapons with shaking hands.
Baki walked toward them. "You should run."
Three of them fired. One bullet grazed his ribs and drew blood. He didn't slow down. He hit the first man with his knee and extended into a second kick on the way through. A spinning heel drop shattered the second man's shoulder. He grabbed the third man's gun hand, broke the fingers, and put him down with an uppercut that lifted him off his feet.
The last man dropped his gun and raised his hands. "Please."
Baki looked at him for a moment. "Go."
The man ran.
Baki stood in the middle of the factory. Bodies covered the floor in every direction, groaning or still. The leader was still slumped against the far wall where the first punch had put him, barely breathing.
Baki walked over and crouched beside him. He searched the man's pockets and found his phone. He scrolled through the contacts until he found one labeled Red Dragon.
"Red Dragon," Baki said. "That your boss?"
The leader's eyes went wide. "Don't. He'll..."
"Send more people?" Baki stood. "Good. I was getting bored."
He pressed call. It rang twice before someone picked up. A deep voice spoke in Mandarin.
"Do you speak English?" Baki asked.
Silence. Then, in perfect English: "Who is this?"