"He actually dares to deliver himself to our doorstep!"
"Just right, kill him and avenge Mr. Thorneycroft!"
"So arrogant! Guys, grab your weapons!"
After a brief silence, everyone cursed angrily, filled with righteous indignation, itching to take action immediately!
"What's all the noise about!"
Clang!
Fabian Percival struck the Boss's staff forcefully, sneering, "You all are far too impatient. Would he come in person if it were truly a gift?"
"Who's the deliverer?"
Brown Bread shouted loudly.
"A security guard, a car, a gift."
That was the response from the entrance.
Everyone bowed their heads.
"Look!"
Fabian Percival snorted coldly, "A mere security guard and you get all worked up like this!"
"We weren't thoughtful enough."
Everyone bowed their heads, faces flushed with embarrassment.
The place was as silent as death.
"Since it's a gift, we should at least invite him in, lest outsiders say I lack proper etiquette."
