"Oh, I certainly need to have a look first! My friend, I'm in a hurry—the Earl Tom has invited me to enjoy a wonderful afternoon tea!"
A woman clad in mink fur urged.
There were four people present who had the qualifications and strength to purchase the merchandise from Martha's hands.
Two men and two women.
Besides the bearded man with two Golden Desert Eagles at his lower back and the mink-clad lady.
Another was a middle-aged man with a weathered face, carrying a long samurai sword.
The last one was a beautiful woman in her twenties or thirties, gently shaking a tall glass of red wine in her hand and chuckling.
"Hey! I'm talking to you, mischievous nun. You're opening that sack slower than Aunt Susan's snail next door."
"Don't rush, you'll see."
As the sack was untied, a tiny pink head also appeared.
Whoa!
The first to react was Irina, the lady in mink fur.
