In less than ten breaths, youths carrying flame brooches on the chest of their red clothes appeared at the doorstep of the shop. The guards appointed by Fat Moe could not stand against them. A red corridor formed between the shop and the crowd.
"Master Kasper has come!"
The young man on the doorstep shouted. His voice was loud; the showcase could not stop shaking. But this was nothing compared to what was about to be heard.
"Damn your Master Kasper! If you speak up once more, I will snatch your tongue from its base!"
Cantankerous Hanry scolded the young man for making noise, so harshly that the crowd had to retreat ten steps. Reacting angrily that his disciple would be hurt, Master Hanry was unaware he did this.
"Sorry for the act of my subordinate, Master Hanry. I will inflict punishment on him!"
