"Who do you think we are?" The black haired young man then asked.
I couldn't help looking at him with a strange look when I heard this.
The look on his face almost seemed like he was proud of himself, like he thought that he was acting tough.
It was the same for the others that had surrounded us.
It was clear that they were thinking that they were acting tough even though all they did was embarrass themselves by asking this.
The question that they asked didn't make sense at all, it just showed how immature this young man was.
When I looked more closely, I found that all of the people that were surrounding us were all young.
They all seemed like they were just in their teens, like they had just awakened their powers.
Seeing this, I shook my head before saying in a calm voice, "I don't know who you are, but I don't want any trouble."
"Trouble? Oh, I'll tell you when there's trouble." This black haired young man suddenly said.
