Chapter 17: A Wise Man Knows When to Yield!

The blue brocade-robed man tried to wrench himself free, only to find Cloud Quinny's grip was like iron. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break away. "You filthy mongrel, let go!" he roared. "If you don't, I'll have my people ransack your home!" Cloud Quinny's face hardened. His palm twisted sharply. Crack! The blue brocade-robed man's right wrist snapped. A shrill, ragged scream tore out of him. Thud! Cloud Quinny drove a fist into his face. His features caved in on the spot....