The Old Mage snorts back by looking at everyone. His instincts compel him to teach these fellows a harsh lesson. Yet he controlled himself, in fear of offending the big enemy staying in the 2nd floor.
"Don't make any noise out here. Otherwise it's impossible for your own master to save your life." The old mage warned the thugs before going back to the receptionist desk.
Seeing his disappearing back, the thugs sighed in relief. Especially the fatty boss, the old mage's words lingering in his ears.
"What does he mean? By my Master can't save us." He muttered to himself. The other thugs remained silent by sitting obediently in the seat.
In the last few moments, everyone had the fear of dying. But fortunately they somehow got lucky and escaped from the old mage's clutches.
At this point of time, even the scar faced thug thought about escaping this pace. "Boss, Can we go home now." He requested the fatty boss straight away by looking at his face.
