“Hold!” he commanded. “Do you not want to know the name of the man you are about to destroy?” The fighter held his stance, glaring at Lu-Tze. “I don’t need to know name of sweeper,” he said. Lu-Tze rolled the cigarette into a skinny cylinder and winked at the angry man, which only stoked the anger. “It is always wise to know the name of a sweeper, boy,” said the dojo master. “And my question was not addressed to you.”
