Fuck! You scared the hell out of us!
They exclaimed in fright, for they had realized that the other person's eerie smile was actually a mask.
Who is this person? They were full of doubt.
Yet the shadowy figure approached them, and seeing that the six men were still blocking the way, he coldly barked, "Scram!"
Blocking my way, do you want to live?
His voice was chilling to the bone, making everyone shiver as though they had fallen into an ice cave.
Fuck!
Who the hell are you?
So fucking what?
The young man with the flat haircut was angry, but at that moment, a burly man pulled him back.
Trembling, he stuttered, "Look at his hand."
Indeed, as the six men focused on the stranger's hand, they noticed a mysterious pattern drawn on his little finger, almost like a ring.
Upon seeing this, they gasped and became extremely respectful.
The flat-haired youth frowned, finding the man unfamiliar; although he wore the pattern, the youth had never seen this mask before.
