The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes at Chase. Nonetheless, in the face of his opponents' numbers and the fact that they were hot-blooded youths, the man knew that he was at a disadvantage if a fight were to break out. With a grim expression, he threatened, "Kid, you had better watch out. Tell me your name, and I will teach you a lesson one of these days!"
"I'm Chase Larson, and I'll be right here waiting for you. Do you think my comrades and I are wimps?"
At that moment, Chase felt exhilarating, imagining himself as a mafia boss.
"All right, all right."
After acknowledging Chase's words, the middle-aged man turned and left with his bodyguards.
Once the man was gone, Chase was on cloud nine. He had never felt so powerful before and was relishing in the sensation.
"Mr. Larson, you're amazing! Despite you kicking them, they didn't even dare utter a word of protest."
"Mr. Larson, given how you behaved, those who don't know you might even think you're a mafia boss."
