Orlando could not help but sigh as he figured out how much he would spend to fix all the damage the fight caused. Four of the seven golden guards were dead, and both of his puppets were severely damaged, with the last one so broken that it would be a miracle if it could be fixed.
Although the old man was annoyed, he remained calm and carried on with his duties. He grabbed the young woman and put her on his shoulder.
"I might have lost a lot, but a Level 8 Essence Wave Warrior with the ability to summon the power of the Law of Wind is a fair trade."
Orlando then turned to the rest of the youths in the room with a stern expression.
"All of you gather in an orderly line so we can move to the 11th floor. I am not in the mood for questions or delays."
None of the youths dared to question Orlando and immediately did as he told them to. The old man was a Wave Champion with powerful puppets under his control, and none of them could face him.
