Zaqqy immediately responded to one of the thugs. He was probably the leader of the other thugs.The market residents, who were still quite numerous in the area because it was still early in the morning, glanced at each other and whispered when the sudden argument broke out."You're challenging us, huh? You're challenging me?" said the thug, putting his hands on his hips and glaring. Brugh!He walked towards Zaqqy with his chest puffed out, even bumping his shoulder into Zaqqy's body as if to challenge the young man.Behind the thug were about four of his friends, who seemed to be looking down on Zaqqy. The market stall owners began to retreat in fear, some of them even running into their stalls, small kiosks where they earned their living."Stop it, stop it. Please don't fight. It's still early in the morning, everyone is trying to make a living," said Pak Rahmat, one of the stall owners who sold kitchen spices."Get lost!" said the thug as he pushed Pak Rahmat.Zaqqy, who saw this,

The young man simply shook his head slowly after hearing the stories from the market traders.​“Yes, they’re really cheeky! Do they think selling things is easy? We have to worry about paying the stall fees to the local council and figuring out how to sell our goods,” said Mr Rahmat.​“But today, thank God, because of you, Zaqqy, they didn’t end up extorting us. Thank you so much. Hopefully, in future, they’ll never come here again because they’ve seen there’s a strong and brave young man who can knock them out like that,” added Wak Jul.​“Amen, let’s hope so, sir.”​After that incident, the atmosphere in the market was truly peaceful. Everything was running smoothly, and the traders looked very calm. Zaqqy gathered with his friends, who also worked as porters at Mr Gimin’s place.​“So, after this, there’s no more work, is there, Bro?” asked Zaqqy.​“We won’t have any more work, but we’ll come every day at two in the morning, and we’ll be back by ten in the morning at the latest. We’r