Han Yu did not stop walking.
The crowd was now buzzing in shock.
"Who is this man?"
"He slapped three people in one swing!"
"I think he is enjoying himself."
Han Yu almost smirked at that one.
Two more guards approached. One grabbed Han Yu's shirt from behind. The other tried to punch him square in the face.
Han Yu bent slightly and angled Huamu Ye into the path of the punch.
The guard punched his young master directly in the ribs.
"AAAAAGH! YOU HIT ME, YOU IDIOT!" Huamu Ye screamed.
"I am sorry, young master!" the guard cried in horror.
Han Yu grabbed the guard's arm and threw him into his companion. Both men crashed into a nearby vendor stall. Vegetables scattered, a sack of onions burst open, and a chicken ran out squawking in terror.
At this point, only one guard had not moved yet.
The only one who mattered.
Elder Bai.
