Board Thread:The World/@comment-44207700-20191116073843/@comment-44207700-20191119084737

Guiying was just starting to regain his sight whenever Hattori began questioning him.

"Oh fuck ... an Inuzuka, just my luck!"

Before Guiying could even attempt to answer it, something would occur from outside of the booth. If Hattori still had not realized there was someone behind him, he'd be in for a rude awakening. A hand reached out, attempting to grab onto Hattori's shoulder. As soon as it latched on, Hattori would feel himself being pulled out of the booth with tremendous force. It was with such strength that Hattori would be tossed straight into the banner of the second floor and it would buckle and break under his weight. If this happened he'd fall straight to the first floor.

"Another damn shinobi in this club? Tch."

"Also trying to mess with the people who pay good money to get here? Tch."

The bodyguard now stepped towards the railing that Hattori had passed through. Everyone had cleared a space around Hattori and were looking on in shock as this particular bodyguard began to lower himself to Hattori's level. However, before he could do even that Guiying rushed to his side.

"Get out of here already, your friend has caused enough trouble as is. Tch," the bodyguard sternly spoke to Guiying. Without breaking a sweat, the wanted man made a dash for the door that led out of the back of the club. From there, if unhindered, he'd mount a horse and set off at a dashing speed outside of Tanzaku Quarter.

The bodyguard landed just before Hattori before reaching into his back pockets where two sticks were firmly planted. As he removed them, it could be revealed in the light that these weren't just ordinary sticks. They were tonfa, and they looked to be made of firm and old oak. The bodyguard flipped them into each of his hands, where the length of the stick would run alongside the bodyguard's elbow. It looked like a fight was going to begin, and the guard had no intentions of letting Hattori leave early.