At the youth's word, seven or eight people around immediately stood up from their seats. However, Finn Lewis made no move, but squinted and stared hard at these men. The man who had just been splashed in the face with coffee by Lewis was not the one who had earlier wished death upon him. It appeared he was following this youth's orders.
Those who had just tried to surround Lewis were sitting with the youth. But now, it was all the youth's bodyguards who had surrounded him. Each of them showed a varying degree of muscularity, but Lewis was not just going to sit and await death. Perhaps, before penetrating the second six-dimensional space, he might have been afraid. But now...
"Beat him so hard that I'll take the blame if he dies," the youth leading them commanded in Belmare Country's language. Although not many people here understood it, unfortunately for them, Lewis was one of them. Having heard the youth's orders, Lewis sneered and immediately pounced in the left direction.
