"... It's me."
Unlike the other's deliberate arrogance, Andrew remained calm, "And who are you?"
A cloud happened to drift overhead.
Amidst the play of light and shadow, the other people besides the burly young man also took their seats at the scene.
On the surface, it looked like a group of young people coming together for a drink.
In reality, a tense atmosphere was spreading in the air at the scene.
Andrew took in this formation with an unreadable expression, but inwardly he gradually understood: "These guys, like Havier, probably have a grudge against me. But judging by this aggressive stance, it's more like they're well-prepared!"
He glanced at Barbara, meaning: People sent by your mother?
Barbara understood Andrew's look, and slightly nodded: Probably.
Yes, this group of young individuals, all formidable in strength, must have come to trouble him with Barbara's mother's tacit approval.
Or rather, to "discipline" him.
