Yes, Hugo didn't make a sound, but his calmness provoked the dissatisfaction of a gang of thugs; they didn't see the expression they wanted on Hugo's face.
The seemingly well-mannered Caucasian boss walked up with a smile. Beneath his harmless appearance, he suddenly kicked over Hugo's wheelchair, saying, "You look pretty calm."
"I don't know what you want to do. If it's items you're after, there are plenty in the shop," Hugo said, struggling to sit upright.
"Heh, a wise man, but what if I said I wanted your life today?"
"What?" Hugo frowned, his calm expression finally changing slightly, but it was just a minor shift on his face, "I haven't offended you."
"True, you hadn't offended me before, but you just did." Looking at Hugo's slightly narrowed eyes, the man continued, "Your calmness annoys me, but I appreciate any expression other than calmness. Fellas, wouldn't you say that counts as an offense?"