"Let go."
The deep, cold voice carried an undeniable firmness, with eyes so piercingly cold, they seemed capable of seeing through a person's hand.
The young man instinctively withdrew his hand upon seeing who had arrived.
Earlier, when they saw the two dancing, he seemed like a sunny, big boy. But now, seeing this person, exuding the aura of someone in authority, radiating an overwhelming pressure, made his legs go weak.
Are these two really the same person?
The young man glanced back at his companion, who was obviously also overawed by the man's presence.
Some players nearby, having heard the commotion, were already gathering around.
These young guys were regulars at this arcade, known to many people there, and they noticed many familiar faces in the crowd.
How could they back down in front of so many people and still hang around here in the future?
