Black Tomb only felt the alcohol hitting harder, his whole body hot and restless; he grabbed the wine pot randomly and took another big gulp, shouting coarse cheers for the battle in the arena.
Soon, the bar was in chaos, tables and chairs overturned, wine flowing everywhere, the moaning ronin being aided by companions to retreat.
Li Yan, disguised as the Blind Warrior, had his bamboo hat hanging low, his bamboo staff lightly tapping the ground with a rhythmic "tap tap" sound, turned and walked away amidst fearful gazes.
"Stop!"
Several samurai under Black Tomb reacted a bit slower, only yelled angrily and drew their swords to chase out as his figure blended into the night outside the door.
The street was dim outside the door, passersby sparse, where was there a shadow of the Blind Warrior?
Only the night wind with a hint of chill rolling through.
"Forget it! Just a blind fool who doesn't know what's good for him!"
