It was silent for a few seconds.

Then, a thirty-year-old muscular man with a metal rod in his hand stepped forward. Wearing a vicious look, he pointed the metal rod at James.

He roared, “Who the hell are you? What makes you think you have the right to speak?”

He was frothing at the mouth and was behaving aggressively.

Thea was scared out of her wits. Fearing she would be assaulted, she hid behind James’ back.

“That’s right. There’s no need for you to speak. We demand compensation!”

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