The four of them: "..."
Never mind. They had confirmed that the two women were ordinary people, anyway. Perhaps Mr. Roselle had really been pent up these past few days. After too many exotic delicacies and abalone, he might occasionally want a change of taste.
They would guard his door.
"Mr. Sparrow!"
Bernadette grew anxious then and grabbed his hand again, shaking it.
The two of them immediately passed through the wall into the room. Roselle was sitting on the sofa, enjoying a massage from the two women.
Ten-odd minutes later, he yawned and said lazily, "All right, you can leave. Remember to ask Edwards... the man who brought you here, for your reward."
Roselle admitted that these two women were exactly his type, but he really wasn't desperate enough to lay hands on streetwalkers-even though he had invented condoms long ago, he still didn't think it was particularly safe.
As he drifted in a haze, he suddenly noticed two people before him: more precisely, two burly men nearly two meters tall. Both wore little sleeveless vests, revealing enormous slabs of pectoral muscle and thick patches of chest hair. One was bald, the other had a buzz cut, and they were looking down at him from above, their faces covered in strange smiles.
Roselle jolted, instantly sobering halfway, and hurriedly shouted, "Who are you? How did you get into my room?"
Though he hadn't explicitly called for help, he was actually telling the four knights standing guard outside: their boss was in trouble, so hurry up and save him!
One burly man chuckled. "We walked in, of course. Your men all drank too much. They're snoring away outside right now."
"Impossible! Green! Edwards!"
The two burly men rubbed their hands together and slowly approached. "Go on, shout. Shout all you