Shen Haoran and Elder Yan watched the few Martial Artists they had just kicked out of the restaurant below, carefully observing their movements.
In a small alley beside the restaurant below, the weaselly-faced Martial Artist and his companions were gathered, their expressions dark.
"Brother Monkey, are we really just going to leave like this?" one of the Martial Artists asked indignantly. "What's so great about that Shen Haoran? How dare he be so arrogant!"
"Exactly! If we just walk away, how can we show our faces again? We were scared off by some brat with a single shout. It's humiliating just thinking about it!" another Martial Artist added.
"Hmph. Leave? Why would we just leave?" The weaselly-faced Martial Artist glanced toward the restaurant and whispered, "I only acted weak just now so I wouldn't spook the kid. You really think I'm afraid of him?"
"Hm? Second Brother, what do you mean?" The leader of the group asked, confused by the weaselly-faced Martial Artist's words.
