Morning Dew Mansion.
The once-lively temporary gathering place was now utterly silent.
"Ah? Team leader, what's wrong?"
The brown-haired man had barely entered the hall when he saw a group of people tied up with ropes and crudely thrown onto the floor.
"Mmph! Mmmph!!" Seeing someone arrive, the hostages with cloth strips stuffed into their mouths frantically made muffled noises and wriggled about.
"Oh, oh, I get it."
The man quickly ran to the side, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it.
After wiping the corner of his mouth, he turned around and said gratefully:
"Thank you. I'm not thirsty anymore."
"Mmph! Mmmph!!" The tied-up hostages looked even more ferocious, struggling harder and harder.
"Ah?" The man scratched his head, staring blankly at their expressions.
"I'm not tired, really."
"Mmph! Mmmph!!"
One short-haired woman frantically groaned through her gag, worked her tongue like mad, and finally pushed the cloth strip out. The first thing she did was curse:
"Are you fucking incapable of untying us first?!"
"Oh, oh, oh! Got it, got it."
The man hurried over, crouched down, and loosened her ropes a little.
"There you go, boss. Much looser now, right? It won't feel so tight anymore..."
"Fuck off! I meant untie our ropes completely!!"
"Ah? Didn't you say loosen the bindings? I thought loosening the bindings meant loosening the bindings..." The man scratched his head, looking rather displeased instead.
"If you wanted them untied, why didn't you say untie them? Clearly, boss, your Chinese is terrible."
"..."
"What department are you from? I want to give you an award."
A few minutes later, the Family personnel in the hall regained their mobility.
"Damn it, Lord Sunday actually came back. This is troublesome."
"He wants to take over the Oak Family again?"
"Not likely... The other