"What do you mean?" Ye Fei stopped in his tracks, turning his head with a half-smile, half-sneer as he looked at the man who had stepped forward.
"I..." The short and stocky fellow, known as Ma Laosan, had always been impulsive. He had expected his loud shout to intimidate the young man, who seemed to have hit the jackpot in terms of good fortune. After all, Ma Laosan wasn't just representing himself; he was voicing the collective sentiment of every man in the hall. The fact that this young man remained so calm under the scrutiny of so many eyes was throwing Ma Laosan off.
"Humph, all bark and no bite!" Just as Ma Laosan was wavering, a low and thin voice echoed through the eerily quiet hall. Despite the hall's usual noise, the silence allowed Ma Laosan to catch the words.
Upon hearing this, Ma Laosan, who had been deflated, immediately perked up. He glared and shouted, "My third brother here doesn't like the look of you!"
