The several people who witnessed that scene were just thinking of oiling their feet to slip away when they heard the red clothed youth's lazy sounding voice wafting over to them, tinged with danger.
"Thinking of leaving?"
The steps of the group wavered, the expressions on their faces froze. Maybe the resolute viciousness of the red clothed youth had frightened them or it could be because of his deep indiscernible powers that had shook them, but it made all of them unwilling to make an enemy out of the guy.
Because their instincts were telling them, if they became an enemy of the red clothed youth, they would definitely die horribly!
Fatty was still rather dazed, unable to react to this sudden and highly abrupt change in scenario.
