Roland laughed when he heard that.
Hurt the players! From a physical point of view, it was impossible. After all, players weren't afraid of death.
"Have you forgotten the Golden Sons are immortal?" Roland gestured for them to leave. "I told you, I won't interfere with this matter, and neither will the Gray Sand Gang."
Torrey shook his head in disappointment. "Sir, you will disappoint a lot of people by doing this. Is it possible that in your eyes, the organization under you is only meant to be abandoned during critical moments?"
The crowd was wagging their tongues. Roland's heartlessness seemed somewhat unbelievable to them.
If one were to look at them with just the eyes, these people's expressions were all well feigned; some looked calm on the surface but had disdain in their eyes, and some frowned with annoyance.
It was as if Roland's lack of concern for the gang was something contemptible.
