Chapter 97: Disaster at the Door

"Did I tell you to speak, kid?" "Master Showyer only told you to put the thing down. He didn't tell you to run your mouth. You don't want that tongue anymore, huh?" Master Showyer flicked his right hand, cutting off his men's jeering. He strolled up to Holden Duffus, eyes like ice, arrogance written all over his face. "Listen up, punk. I'll say it one last time. Put it down, then get the hell out." "Don't test my patience, or el-" He never finished. Master Showyer's vision blurred for a split...