"Mainly because it's tough to get hold of the big stuff, the small ones are simpler, but small ones just won't cut it. I mean, things like fruit knives, in the hands of an ordinary person, could kill a person or two, but for us, that's not enough to play with. Using that kind of thing to take someone out is iffy."
"Indeed, it's tough," Black Flood Dragon chimed in, "At the very least, we need a heavy-duty machete that can chop through bone in one swing; otherwise, if we don't kill someone with one hit, that's a problem."
"I know that," Song Yun nodded and said, "No rush for the weapons, I'll see if any of my old friends are still around. If they are, it'll be easy to get what we need."
"Right, we're counting on you," Black Flood Dragon stated.
Song Yun took out his phone, searched for a while, and finally found the number he was looking for, then dialed it.
After a long wait, someone on the other end picked up the phone.
It was a gloomy male voice.
"Hello."
