“You’ll find out what it costs to get lost out here all alone, kid.”

Harry didn’t answer. He stood still, his piercing gaze scanning each man in the group. When the leader reached out to grab his shoulder, Harry suddenly sprang up.

With a smooth, swift motion, he seized the man’s arm, twisted, and slammed him to the ground so fast the others barely registered what had happened. The sharp crack of impact echoed through the park.

The gang froze, stunned, staring at their leader sprawled on the ground, unable to process what they’d just witnessed. Harry turned to face them, his expression cold and unyielding.

“I warned you,” he said evenly. “Never underestimate people by their appearance.”

Their mocking disbelief quickly turned to fear. One of the bikers tried to step forward, but Harry raised a hand—and the man stopped dead, as if struck by an invisible force.

The leader scrambled back to his feet, shaking, and shot Harry one last look before signaling silently to his crew. Without a word, they fled, terrified of the boy’s hidden power.

Harry sat back down, opened his book again, and carried on reading as if nothing had happened. The park’s stillness returned—stronger than ever.