They messed with the wrong person.

The man with orange hair was looking unfriendly at Dantalian while counting gold coins. Seeing that he had not been answered and most of the men in the place no longer wanted to get close to Dantalian, he repeated the same question, "Could you tell me why you're so angry, sir?"

After placing the last gold coin into the bag and pushing it aside, the man rested his elbows on the counter, looking directly at Dantalian. At that moment, Dantalian had a serene expression, but his eyes seemed to pierce through the man's head.

"Who gave you permission to do this?" Dantalian spoke, walking slowly towards the counter.

"So, you're the type to hit first and ask questions later?" The man behind the counter said with a smirk.

"You're lucky I haven't killed anyone yet... Now it's your turn," Dantalian gestured with his right hand, using his finger to draw the man's attention. "Answer me immediately."