Bullying the Bandit Leader

The bandits immediately obeyed and stopped their movement. Julian couldn't help but laugh, a low chuckle that echoed in the tense silence.

"Wise choice," he said with amusement.

He strolled casually to the center of the hideout, ignoring the nervous eyes of the remaining bandits. As he reached a nearby chair, he sat down, his gaze never leaving the bandit leader.

The leader stood in silence, his sharp eyes locking with Julian's. After scanning Julian for some time, he stepped forward.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" he demanded, his tone confident and brave.

Julian smiled. "Nothing much," he replied casually. "I was just wandering and stumbled upon your little hideout."

As he spoke, Julian flared his aura, just enough to send a clear message. It rippled out like a wave, a subtle but unmistakable pressure that filled the air.