"Boss, we've failed again," Inky Dragon, Spirit Gun, and Gluttonous Moon stood behind a middle-aged man with a guilty expression on their faces.
Apart from guilt, their faces also displayed a certain expression of fear.
The middle-aged man remained silent, tending to the flowers and plants in the courtyard.
But the more he stayed silent, the more panic it stirred within Inky Dragon and the others.
After all, it had happened so many times before. Every time, they had confidently promised to shine brightly, but the results had always been the same—either overshadowed by others or leaving in disappointment.
After a while, the middle-aged man finally spoke, his tone as calm and composed as ever, as if nothing could stir his emotions.