T.P.P
Inside the inn at the top floor, along the passage way stood The Dang Clan's Patriarch and The Second Elder along with some guards.
Before them was a man clad in all black spinning a chained Scythe.
"Hmmm, a Martial Master I guess." The Patriarch says.
"Ohh? You really are sharp Patriarch of the Dang Clan." The man in black says with a surprised tone.
"What is the meaning of this?
Is this an intention of the Golden Manor Merchant group First Young Master?" The Patriach asks.
"Hmmmm, what do you think Patriarch of the Dang Clan?" The man in black throws back another question as he launches as The Patriarch with his scythe in one hand.
The Second Elder comes dashing between the man and the Patriach, blocking his attack with his arms.
"That was dumb." The man in black says and the Scythe began piercing through the skin of the Second Elder.
The Second Elder grit his teeth in pain and from behind The Patriarch comes in hitting the man in black with his palm on his abdomen.
