Heavy boots crunched against the stone, and the sharp ring of metal filled the narrow alley behind the storage rooms.
Fu Sheng stood like a wall, refusing to move. His boots were planted firmly on the dusty ground, his clothes ripped and covered in sweat. Two guards lay knocked out at his feet, but three more rushed in to take their place, their faces wild with rage. Every time they tried to attack, Fu Sheng's heavy sword hit theirs with terrifying force, pushing them back into the dark hallway.
His muscles ached, and his breathing was heavy. Still, he kept his eyes locked on the corner of the path. Every second he stood here gave An Li, Wei Meilan, and the kids more time to escape.
"Kill him! Why can't you hit him?!" a guard roared, lunging forward with his sword aimed straight at Fu Sheng's chest.
