At that moment, a group of unruly youths carrying sticks and bats came stomping over, their target being the Chaos Stall.
The stall owner saw the group and trembled, urgently saying to the two, "Quickly go, these hooligans are capable of any evil, they will bully you, just run."
Yan Song narrowed his eyes, realizing it was already too late to leave.
The youths formed an encircling stance around the stall. The leader of the pack, with a sharp chin and monkey-like cheeks and silver earrings, approached with a malevolent look in his slanted eyes.
"Old Man Wang, changed locations, eh? Thought you could hide from us? Naive." The underlings behind him burst into raucous laughter.
"Brother Hu, I beg you, please let me off. My little stall hardly makes any money, and at home, I have a paralyzed wife and a child that needs schooling. Please, spare me a lifeline," the elder's deeply lined face pleaded, nearly ready to kneel before them.
