Brighton Pendleton has dominated Yarrow Town beneath Boulevard Mountain for years, accustomed to the taste of being a local tyrant.
He had long forgotten how many years it had been since he last drew his sword!
"Mr. Pendleton, wait!" Lysander Caldwell stopped Brighton Pendleton and looked at the reporting martial artist: "How many are there on the other side? What's their background? How old are they, and how strong are they?"
"It's always the madam who is observant." Brighton Pendleton nodded beside her, pointing his sword at the martial artist: "Hurry and tell me, what's going on!"
He was impulsive, but Lysander Caldwell was different.
Lysander Caldwell, though born from a mistress, was still a woman of the Caldwell Family, calm and scheming in her actions.
"An old man!" The returning blue-robed martial artist knelt on the ground, shouting in panic: "With one sword, he killed our man!"
"Just an old man?"
