If Li had truly struck with full force just now, forget being sent flying—within moments, they would probably have been reduced to black ash splattered across the wall.
Li snorted coldly. How could the nearby cavalrymen fail to understand his meaning? They immediately charged in after him. This time, they had been clever enough not to wear their uniforms, changing into plain clothes instead, lest people say that an army's internal conflict had turned into a public brawl outside.
Beyond the entrance lay the tavern's main hall. It was quite spacious, capable of holding at least two or three hundred people. This tavern had clearly made quite a bit of money here.
But today, this tavern had truly run into terrible luck. The hall was a complete mess, with a large crowd packed inside—no fewer than a hundred and twenty or thirty people. Though they were also dressed in plain clothes, even an idiot could tell at a glance that they all came from military ranks.
Compared to them, although Li's men had acquired some of a soldier's bearing, the bandit-like air of mercenaries still clung to them.
The other side had surrounded the tavern kitchen, hurling curses without end as though they held some deep-seated grudge against the people inside.
Li glanced toward the kitchen and saw that its doors stood open. Angel stood inside with his sword drawn. The weapon in his hand was not the longsword he had used before, but a slender rapier. Though a rapier could not compare to a longsword in power, it was far more vicious.
Angel had snapped off a section of its tip. Whenever anyone stepped forward, he immediately jabbed at their groin. Everyone was endangered, and he had actually managed to intimidate the other side into only surrounding them without