"Huh?"
"He walked right in?"
"What's wrong with this guy?"
"Is he stupid?"
"Hi, there! Just eight of you? Are you planning to play a joke on me or something?"
"What the hell is this guy talking about?"
"Is he mocking us?"
"Oh, you catch on quick for a rat!" the old man grins.
"How arrogant?! He's just a stupid commoner."
The man standing the farthest away looked at the old guy and thought something was wrong. It made him worry about the assignment he was given. But it didn't matter; he had to do what they told him. There was no other choice.
"Catch him! He should be a valuable one."
"Haaa!"
"Let's go get our money!"
"Let's go!"
"Yeah!"
The people waiting for Grandpa Polo rushed at him.
"Hey!" another shout sounded in the ally.
The rushing people stopped to look around. They didn't recognize the voice and needed to check on it. So they wouldn't act too rashly.
"What the hell are you people doing?" The voice shouted again.