"I haven't heard anyone dare to speak to me like that in a long time," Liu Zhenshock wrapped his arms around himself, smiling as he looked at the Green Party Blade Saint, "Go ahead and try, my child, as we in Beamon have a saying--barking dogs seldom bite."
Three Mages stood up from the distant bar, their Crystal Wands pushing aside the wooden mugs frothing with malt beer, all aimed at the four Green Party Blade Saints. Besides the little Giant and Xiao Cui, who were still plucking white hairs, Fat Luo, O'Neal, and Duncan stood up with unpleasant expressions. When had it started? A dozen or so muscular militiamen appeared in the bar, their chilling weapons casting an icy shadow over the place, and the low-ranking Beamon priests, who were leisurely drinking, panicked upon seeing the Mages' intention to fight. They stood up and rushed through the hinged doors, fleeing the controversial spot.
