Mimosa's voice was neither loud nor soft.
Everyone in the surrounding circle could hear it clearly.
At once, they burst into laughter.
"Young master, come here! I've got a Thorn Grail!"
"Don't listen to him—the real Thorn Grail is with me!"
Similar mockery came from three or five people nearby almost at the same time.
"Shut up!"
Qin Ran let out a perfectly timed low shout and stepped forward, placing himself in front of Mimosa. The aura that had once intimidated the hunchbacked gatekeeper once again spread through the area.
Compared to the hunchbacked gatekeeper, the people before him were even more pathetic.
They stood there in terror, like rabbits being watched by a tiger, not daring to move an inch.
Only after Qin Ran left with Mimosa did they collapse to the ground, drenched in sweat.
"What a terrifying aura!"
"Just how many people has this guy killed?"
"A butcher through and through!"
The murmured evaluations did not subside as Qin Ran led Mimosa away.
Instead, they grew increasingly intense.
Naturally, this drew even more people's attention to Qin Ran and Mimosa.
However, after giving them a brief glance, those people looked away again.
After all, it was not the first time young masters and young ladies from certain great families had appeared at Oak Hand. There was nothing strange about it.
Of course, after Qin Ran displayed his extraordinary strength, these people who prowled the underworld had no desire to cause trouble for themselves.
At times, they could be incomparably vicious.
But more often than not, they knew exactly who they could act viciously in front of.
Feeling the gazes shift away from him, Qin Ran looked at Mimosa beside him and nodded to himself.
Mimosa had performed better than he had imagined.
Not only had the people