Why !

"Who was it?"

"...?"

"The ones who drew weapons. The ones who were with them. Step forward."

A few people, their faces drained of color, stumbled forward and knelt. Five of them were newly promoted pioneers, and one was an ordinary civilian. Beads of sweat ran down their faces as Justin looked at them coldly.

"Why did you do it?"

"S-sorry!"

"Should I just kill you?"

The temperature of the plaza seemed to drop by five degrees in an instant. The faces of the newly promoted pioneers turned pale, almost ghostly white. One of them stammered, realizing the gravity of the situation, and hurriedly explained.

"They were attacking my uncle! I rushed in to stop them, but then they started cursing us! I lost my temper for a moment. I'm so sorry!"

"Don't make me ask twice next time."

"Yes! Yes, sir!"