The atmosphere around the gray-robed old man's stall fell into a strange and eerie silence. Everyone present was stunned by the scene unfolding before their eyes.
The security in the trading area was stringent, and it was rare for any disturbances to occur. However, this didn't mean that trouble never brewed.
Those invited to the headquarters of the Secondary Career Alliance all had significant backing, and even the alliance itself wouldn't dare to offend them. So, if such incidents occurred, they were usually mediated to maintain peace.
Now, everyone gazed at the calmly composed black-haired youth, their expressions twitching.
To pierce someone's hand with just a finger was a ruthlessly aggressive act.
No one had anticipated such brutality from the person who had been haggling with the stall owner just moments ago. The contrast was staggering.
For a moment, everyone was struggling to process what had just happened.
