"Shut your mouth!"
A staff member leading the group snapped.
"Haha, I'm just thinking about their welfare," said the young man, his gaze sweeping across everyone present.
"A few of you look like something, the rest are trash."
"Ptooey!"
The young man spat a thick wad of phlegm onto the ground, this time making no attempt to hide the scorn on his face.
"Come and have a look, then hurry up and roll back to where you came from."
"What we need are qualified Demon Hunters, reliable comrades, not cowards who only know how to cry and run away."
"Who are you calling a coward?!"
A burly man in the crowd couldn't stand the young man's disdainful eyes and couldn't help but stand up and roar.
The young man shrugged, "See, I don't even need to name names, cowards will reveal themselves."
"The weak resort to words, while the strong..."
The young man's eyes lingered on Roger for a moment.
"Use their fists!"
"Damn bastard!"
