A few seconds later, Uncle Bob and Aunt Maria noticed seven or eight men approaching at the end, and upon seeing them, their faces suddenly changed, and they began to pack up their stall rather quickly.
"Young man, let me pack these things for you, you should go now! Go, quickly!" Aunt Maria rushed over, speaking in a hurried tone.
I remained unmoved: "Why should I leave?"
"Young man, you're still young and don't know some of the rules. If you don't leave now, things might not end well for you... Aunt Maria is begging you... okay?"
Aunt Maria's tone grew more trembling.
Just as I was about to speak, a loud noise erupted right beside my ear!
The men in black vests had already reached the stall, and the bald leader with a gold chain directly flipped the table next to me!
Scattered things fell to the ground, creating a mess.
