"Since the hidden rats can't wait any longer, why haven't they shown themselves?"
Joelson's voice slowly came out of his mouth.
His voice was loud and powerful. It didn't sound like the words of a person with a walking stick.
Joelson looked into the distance. Elena, who was beside him, asked in puzzlement.
"What's wrong, Mr. Joelson?"
"I don't see anyone in the alley."
However, after Elena finished speaking, shadows began to appear in the area that Elena had already swept past.
They were all neatly dressed in black clothes, and their faces were completely covered by strips of cloth.
If one were to look from afar, one might really think that these dozen or so fellows were mummies.
Under their black clothes, their strong muscles directly propped them up.
The clothes that originally looked very loose were directly pressed into tight clothes by them.