"Yes!"
All two hundred men felt sweat break out over their bodies in waves.
This meeting had been damn thrilling.
Even after they left, they still felt shaken, their hearts pounding.
Just as Chief Judge had said: his cultivation was the lowest! Everyone could sense that.
Yet the feeling he gave people was... ferociously murderous.
He did not take them seriously at all.
Or rather, he did not regard them as people at all!
"When my lord looked at me, I felt like he was looking at a corpse."
"I felt the same..."
"Me too..."
"...He really doesn't care who we are, or whether we live or die..."
"What can we do? The previous hundred committed those sins. Now he only needs to use his authority to pressure us. Does he still have to be friendly with us? If we act like those previous hundred and push our luck, what then?"
"That's true... That bunch of bastards really harmed us. Still, Lord of the Night Demon was already someone who feared neither death nor boiling water. Our batch should have been the first group from headquarters that he tried to win over—or accept, at least. We originally had the advantage and should have had an easier time."
"But those hundred unlucky fools buried all of that."
"Nothing to say. We should hurry and send those unlucky fools back... Sigh."
"...We're really damn unlucky!"
"..."
But one strange thing had to be said: no one cursed him! Instead, they were all thoroughly convinced.
"He made it clear that he won't reason with us, only enforce the law. He doesn't make friends; he only looks at results. What's the use of cursing him?"
"Let's just hurry up and think about how to do our jobs well."
"Cursing people is a state of