Hotter's gaze, however, fell on Morris, pondering over some key elements.
"Boss, I get it. I'll leave right now," Morris immediately understood and quickly stood up.
"Wait, you don't have to leave."
"Boss, I'd better go."
"I've already said there's no need; you've heard quite a bit already."
He tried to slip away, but Hotter wouldn't let him have his wish, so Morris had to reluctantly stay, looking downcast.
Of course, that might not have been what he truly thought. After all, he was never a person who could sit still and obey orders – how could such a person not have curiosity? It was just a bit of pretense verbally.
"Morris, listen, you are now officially a member of Five Leaves Spear," Hotter said with a solemn expression.
"What spear?" Morris was completely confused.
"Archibald's Spear." Ivan offered a helpful reminder.
"I bid you farewell," Morris said, but his feet made no move to leave.
