Ten Cultivators?

Roland checked one room after the other to no avail. 

He realized that searching for that person had proven harder than he initially thought it would. 

One also had no news over his side as well, only Two and Three were having their fun as they found ways to stop all of the crew from leaving.

As time went by, one of them finally noticed that something was amiss. 

A man holding a 45 caliber realized that a lot of their men were currently missing. As mercenaries, they valued time more than anything else. A minute wasted could also mean a customer wasted for them. 

He pointed and counted the total that were now in the spacious area in front of the huge mansion. 

"Twenty, twenty one, twenty two…" the man frowned after realizing that there were only twenty two people around. 

"Where are the others? It's already getting late, the leader is about to arrive in a minute or two. Call them now or receive punishment later," he said strictly with a scoff.