Soon the middle-aged man regained his senses and tried to retrieve his weapon, but it didn't budge a bit, as if it was glued to Bobby's index finger.
The man used more strength on his palms and tried retrieving it again with everything he had, as even all multiple veins got on his face, but the outcome was still the same.
Bobby curled his lips into a wide grin and said. "What now? You old grumpy fool." He then raised his leg slowly and kicked him in his belly.
"Aah...!" the middle-aged man cried out in pain and was sent flying in the air. He then landed on one table on his back and broke it.
Everyone remained quiet, and Bobby walked step by step toward the man like before, strolling carefreely.
