The drunk was taken aback by my sudden appearance and he wasn't able to register what had happened.
But when he came back to his senses, it seemed like he became even more angry as he tried to throw off the hand that was holding his arm.
The problem was that my grip was simply too tight for him to do that.
When he tried to throw me off, he couldn't help wincing in pain.
It looked like he had thrown out his arm with the way that he winced like this.
But that wasn't strange since my grip was like an iron vice, which was why it was like tearing out his arm when he tried to throw me off.
After coming back to his senses from the pain, the drunk narrowed his eyes to look at me before saying, "Who do you think you are? You come into my inn and act like this? I'll get the city guards to throw you out!"
"I'm the father of the child that you were about to hit. I don't think I need more justification than this to stop you, do I?" I said with a smile in response to this.
