"Boss, it's been ages. We should be able to go in now, right?"
After waiting quite a while, someone finally grew impatient and wanted to act.
Haider frowned in thought, offering no immediate answer.
In truth, he was still weighing things up.
His instincts told him there were definitely Soul Masters among these people.
Their cultivation was hard to judge, too. Believing that one less complication was better than one more, he intended to wait a little longer.
"Dad, I know what you're worried about. So what if some of them are Soul Masters? There are so many of us. Do we really need to fear them?"
Haider's son was among the crew.
He immediately understood why Haider was hesitating and couldn't help speaking up.
People were like that. When something they anticipated was about to happen, every second of waiting felt endless.
In fact, after Haider told them about the group, they would have skipped all these complicated tricks and simply robbed them outright, if not for their respect for his authority as captain.
"Fine. Charge in, then."
Haider gave the order.
"All right!"
"Go, go, go!"
With their captain's permission, the crew charged into the dining room, howling and brandishing the swords and sabers they had prepared.
Crash.
The red wooden door was kicked open, and seven men filed inside.
Bringing up the rear, Haider was surprised to find that the seven men stood motionless in a row, as though struck by a paralyzing spell.
"What's wrong, you little bastards? What are you playing at now?"
Haider grumbled loudly and pushed through the others into the room.
Once he saw what lay before him, he froze as well.
His mouth fell open, disbelief spreading across his face. "Y-you..."
Much of the food on the table had already been