The Pantheon (3)

The three kids stood behind Otto's slim figure which didn't fully conceal them from view as the man across looked at them.

With something akin to desire in his gaze.

As Otto had pulled the attention of the big shots, the young lady in front tried to sneakily slip away.

But as if her intention was discovered before she could act, her path was quickly blocked by the group of people who had been spitting at each other seconds before.

In contrast to their previous demeanor, they now simply stared at her stoically.

Otto looked at the group of men in front of him.

He chuckled inwardly.

They were dreaming if they thought they could steal his people.

Luckily, the old man with the cane was not someone who didn't know tact.

He also understood that he hadn't made the best first impression.

His words were much gentler this time.

"Esteemed sir, my name is Clatenis, the current head of the Shumba faction."

His expression revealed a tinge of complacency.