As Michael uttered a simple sentence, the friendly atmosphere that had been present just moments ago solidified, and in an instant, a hint of tension permeated the air.
The hearts of the two middle-aged man and woman sank, they felt as if they were inviting a wolf into their home.
"What do you mean?" the middle-aged woman asked, her expression wary.
"No other meaning, I just want to meet your leader," said Michael.
As soon as his voice fell, before the two could respond, he was already stepping past them.
Just as he brushed past them, the two from the Mechanic Tribe simultaneously extended their right hands, snatching towards Michael's shoulder. Their movements were as fast as lightning, in perfect harmony, an ostensibly simple move but held countless further variations and hidden moves, waiting to launch a fatal strike depending on Michael's response.
"You are too arrogant!" The middle-aged woman was annoyed to see Michael not even glance at them.