Eryke the Fifth calmed down instantly, his composed gaze sweeping over the crowd.
He was certain in his heart that these guards had deliberately delayed dealing with the drunk man to avoid interference. Now that he had dealt with the man himself, they showed up, clearly provoked.
"Scram," he said lightly.
"Brat." One of them drew his bow and aimed an arrow at him.
"Do you want to die? You're under the surveillance of the Hummingbird."
He pointed in a certain direction.
Eryke the Fifth followed his gesture and immediately spotted a bird perched atop the ceiling, silently watching them.
The soldier grinned, then pulled back the string and released, firing directly at Eryke the Fifth.
Swish!
In that instant, Eryke the Fifth vanished.
The very next moment, he was already in front of the man, delivering a punch straight to his face.
Bang!
The man's jaw dislocated with a sickening crack. Teeth flew through the air as his body was launched backward.
