"Let's go!"
Garrett Howell stood up with Jeffrey Howell's support, his face filled with reluctance, but he spat out the word helplessly.
After his victory, Saint Jaramillo retreated into the store, and the door closed once again.
After walking a good distance away, the group saw light illuminate once more from the pharmacy, clearly indicating that Saint Jaramillo's followers had begun to rummage for valuable items inside.
The group saw this with their eyes, felt hate in their hearts, yet they were helpless to do anything.
If their skills were inferior, what could they do?
Garrett Howell stopped in his tracks, turned back, and looked at the pharmacy now lit up, his eyes filled with anger and helplessness.
After all, whose fault was it that he lost?
