The fatty looked immediately towards the three women opposite when he heard the voice.
Even though he felt that the man before him was the leader of the group, he couldn't be completely sure. He still needed to gauge the attitudes of these three women.
Well, the woman with the best figure showed no reaction, clearly whatever this man said, that would be it.
However, the other two women both frowned slightly, seeming to dislike his joining.
But these two, despite their frowns, said nothing.
It was quite clear now; this group of four was under the man's command.
The fatty immediately felt at ease, waved his hand, and a compass-like treasure appeared in his hand, at the center of which sat a black spoon made of an unknown material.
As mana surged through his body into the compass, patterns began to emerge upon it, and the spoon started spinning rapidly.
