Leo's eyes wandered as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He couldn't resist but swallowed his saliva to wet his dried throat. Nonetheless, he looked at the man with a pot belly with firmness.
"Do you understand what you're asking, kid?" The belly man said, then embedded a knife on the surface of the counter.
Although Leo was nervous, he wasn't intimidated by all the gazes and the clear intention to harm him.
"Yes, I do; I want to meet the boss of the black crow," Leo reaffirmed.
When Leo repeated his words, people began standing and walking closer to him. The situation slowly got dire; if this continued, he might be forced to fight his way out of the bar. However, when the circumstances were about to descend into chaos, a single voice halted it from happening.
"Why don't we all relax for a little? Aren't you embarrassed that just because of a single kid, all of you acted like scared rats?"
