The swiftness and the cunningly vicious angle, clearly aimed at taking the young man's life.
The youth continued to bury his head in his noodles, seemingly oblivious.
Just then, the middle-aged man snorted coldly and flicked his fingers.
Bang.
The assassin's arm was struck by a flash of white light, hanging limply as the dagger clattered to the ground.
That sound seemed to signal an outbreak.
Several diners at nearby tables immediately erupted, brandishing knives and swords, all their radiance enveloped the youth.
The middle-aged man bellowed, "How dare you!"
With that, he leaped forward to meet the onrushing assassins.
Bang, bang, bang.
In a series of continuous explosions, none of the assassins were a match for the middle-aged man.
Often, a single encounter would send them flying, and by the time they hit the ground, they were corpses.
Chan'er was frightened pale, "My... my lord!"