"Sweetie! Don't come any closer, or my stick won't have eyes, sweetie, do you hear me!"

"Get out of here, you damned bastards! As long as you leave, we'll let bygones be bygones!"

"Get out of here! Get out of here right now, or we'll really make our move!"

Ignoring the three men's roars, the group gradually tightened their encirclement.

Once they were close enough, everyone bent down and grabbed a handful of sand from the ground.

"Wait...wait! What are you sweethearts up to...!"

Upon seeing this, the bald, burly man inwardly cried out in alarm, but before he could make a move, the crowd present threw sand from their hands at the three men.

"I'll spit on you! I... spit on you! Spit... spit!"

"Ugh... Ptooey! Ptooey! Damn it!"

"Is that sweet-looking person even human?! I... Ptooey ptooey ptooey!"

The first wave of sand attack caused the three men excruciating pain, with sand filling their eyes and mouths. They were so uncomfortable that they kept spitting out their mouths. Then, the surrounding henchmen quickly rushed forward.

With a flick of his wrist, he wrapped the towel around the steel pipe the three men were holding, and with a strong pull, he yanked the pipe off their grasp.

Then the henchmen behind them quickly took over, lashing the three of them with towels like a storm.

One after another, countless towels formed afterimages.

"Clap clap clap clap..."!

A series of slapping sounds suddenly filled the venue, mixed with the sounds of three people pleading.