Bam!
One of the men smashed their fists against the wall in rage.
Preposterous!
How dare these nonentities strut around with what rightly belonged to Morgany?
Everyone's body trembled vigorously the more they thought of it all.
Their hearts sank deep onto their bellies as their flared nostrils continuously danced while letting out non-existent steam from them.
Son of a b**ch!
Bam!
Several others began pouching the couches too.
But the majority of them still gazed at their leader with a frosty stare that could chill a burning forest in a second.
Likewise, their leader, A.K.A, Scarface, was also engulfed in a hot pot of boiling rage too.
To them who stood above all at the top of the food chain, this was undoubtedly a big slap to their faces.
Yes. They did hear a lot about Baymard, but for many reasons, they preferred to finish their mission first before focusing on the matter.
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