This impossible behavior of the youth in black incensed the crowd.
This was an undeniably frustrating situation. For the barkeep, it was a nuisance he hated most.
So, he helplessly massaged his forehead under such circumstances, attempting to admonish the youth.
"Hey, kid, do you really need to show off in my bar at this time? If so, why don't you try it?"
Upon hearing these confronting words, it seemed he recognized a potential problem.
So, he took a deep breath at that moment, and shook his head despondently.
"I don't need to give it a try. I'm going to put it into action and show everyone." he smartly responded.
With that, he thrust out his fist, landing a punch on the cheek of a man bracing to brawl, thereby catching him off guard.
The punch was hefty enough to render the opponent unable to assess the situation.
The barkeep was visibly tense, aware that such a ruckus could easily erupt in his establishment, with customers drinking heavily.
