"Is this really alright? We are risking our men." Inside a dimly lit hall, a few people could be seen currently engaged in a heated conversation.
More like the seven people before the person—who sat on the throne—seemed quite worked up by their leader's recent decision.
The decision not only endangered their men's lives but also threatened their secrecy. If they got caught, the ones who would be capturing them would surely not leave this chance to pry inside the ambusher's head.
The man on the throne had an unruly long white and black beard and a pot belly, but those strong arms signified that the man once was quite muscular.
The man rested his face against his fist lazily as he said, "They get caught, they are dead."
The man's nonchalant behavior didn't sit well with the others, however, they couldn't speak anything against their leader.
