"Si, we must leave," Jiminez agreed.
They gathered up their belongings and turned to leave but found the way blocked by the elderly Oriental, who looked frail enough to be knocked over by a stiff breeze— until you looked at his eyes.
His eyes were frightening.
"Let us pass."
"I will let you pass… on," the man said, and started toward them.
Cintron did not exactly see what the old Oriental did, but suddenly Jiminez slumped to the floor, just as dead as the three Iranians, and without a mark on him.
"What happened?" Cintron asked, looking at Santoro, but by that time Santoro had also slumped to the floor, dead. "This is insane," he said.
"Yes," Chiun said, before he killed Rafael Cintron, "that is just what the destruction of children is. Insane."
"So when do you expect Chiun back?" Smith asked.
"He won't be long," Remo said. "He's just making sure that the children of the world are safe. He's a very concerned citizen, you know."