"Alright, you guys are thinking too simply."
Waving his hand, the middle-aged man continued, "In the Wasteland World, someone who can openly walk around with three women, do you think he's someone easy to bully?"
Looking at Vikram, who was still composed downstairs, a hint of seriousness appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes.
"Tch, what's there to be afraid of? My physique has also reached its limit. Why would I be afraid of that young punk downstairs?"
"Besides, we don't want his life; we just want to take what belongs to us." The man from before said indifferently, pouting.
He still really wanted to directly drive Vikram and his group away, but under the middle-aged man's gaze, he eventually compromised.
Seeing that Ron was no longer arguing with him, the middle-aged man turned his head away from him.
He then looked at Vikram and said, "How about it, little brother? Is there any problem with my suggestion?"
