"Who is it?"
The voice, though seemingly light and floating, exploded through the crowd.
Everyone in the courtyard looked around, searching for the speaker.
They saw a young man with an indifferent and somewhat lazy demeanor leaning on the second-floor window.
He appeared unremarkable, but he exuded an unfathomable air of mystery.
"Kid, was it you who just injured my brothers?"
Baldy Liu frowned and questioned Zhang Xiaoshan from the courtyard.
His tone was cold and authoritative.
To a regular person, the mere tone of his questioning might have been terrifying, but Zhang Xiaoshan was completely unperturbed, his expression still calm and composed.
He seemed to have not heard Baldy Liu's question, or perhaps he simply didn't regard him as anything significant. Instead, he continued to address Little Braids and the others, who were kneeling with Baldy Liu.
"Can you meet the demand I just made?"
