A man was in a bar in the colony of New York, in the year 1748, drinking away. His head was down so few could see the man's face. A few people managed to catch a glimpse of the man's face. The man had a thick beard and moustache to conceal his identity. He looked drunk, but he was actually not.
Five men barged into the bar, four of them armed with swords and one of them armed with a sword and a pistol. Everyone immediately assumed that the man with the pistol was the leader of the group. They were right.
The leader kicked a table over and asked, "Where the hell is David Corsei?" People looked at each other, not knowing who in the world was David Corsei, and shook their heads as a reply to the leader.
"I know that dog is in here! Pull him out or I'll destroy this godforsaken place!" the leader sliced off a section of the table he had kicked over, showing the people in the bar that he could and would do the same to the civilians if he did not find this David Corsei.
His men spread out, looking around to find a face that resembled David Corsei's. Eventually, one of the men came up to the man with the moustache and beard. "Look up, you drunk shit!" the man ordered. The bearded man looked up and the hooligan examined his face. "Get back to whatever the shit you were doing now."
The bearded man stood up and flicked his wrist. The hooligan thought the man was challenging him. "You're unarmed and I have a vicious knife in my hand. I could kill you in a moment."
Showing a small but threatening smile, the bearded man showed the underside of his wrists. There was a strange mechanism which the hooligan could not understand what it was. But the hooligan saw the blade protruding out of the strange mechanism and knew that it was a weapon. Before the hooligan could say anything, the bearded man stabbed him in the stomach.
The leader and his three hooligans were attracted by the noise at one side of the bar. They looked there and saw one of their men being punched in the stomach by a drunkard. Examining the scene more carefully, they realised their man had been stabbed by a blade.
"Get the damn drunkard!" ordered the hooligan leader. His three men rushed over to the bearded man. Everyone had thought that the bearded man was a drunk, yet he was moving more quickly than a normal person. The bearded man took the injured hooligan's sword and jumped on the table, facing the three hooligans who were approaching from all sides.
The first hooligan slashed the thin long part of the wooden table and it collapsed. The bearded man leaped off the table almost effortlessly and kicked the first hooligan hard in the stomach. He stumbled backwards and crashed into another table, breaking half of it into wooden splinters. The first hooligan lay unconscious and bleeding on the floor.
With a new burst of energy gotten from the anger of seeing their comrade unconscious on the floor, the second and third hooligans attacked the bearded man. The bearded man used his sword to parry a blow from the third hooligan and with the Hidden Blade, which was the strange mechanism with the blade protruding out from earlier, he disarmed the hooligan, literally. The third hooligan howled in agony before toppling onto the floor as a result of shock and the immense pain. The second hooligan retreated a few steps, but his leader shouted, "Do not surrender, fools! The attacker must be weakened after injuring two of our comrades! You can finish him!"
The second hooligan nodded at his leader reluctantly and faced the bearded man. The bearded man said two words to the hooligan, "Surrender, now." He made it sound scary and threatening, making the second hooligan unable to force himself to face the bearded man. The second hooligan dropped his sword and ran out of the bar. However, before he could do so, the leader shot the second hooligan in the temple. The second hooligan fell to his side and bled to death.
"You fight well, bearded man. Your skill is probably as good as ten of my men combined. Join my organisation, and I will spare you."
All the bearded man did was spit on the floor. The leader shrugged. "Oh well then. At least I tried. Now, time for you to die." The leader drew his sword and battled the bearded man.
The bearded man defended against the leader's attack. "What is your name? At least the world can know the name of one of the people I killed." The bearded man spat on the leader's face, blinding him temporarily. While the leader was blinded, the bearded man kicked the leader in the crotch and swiftly plunged his sword into the leader's chest.
As the leader lay on the floor with the sword in his chest, the bearded man knelt beside him and whispered into his ear, "My name is David Corsei." The leader laughed as he passed away.