"What are you guys doing? Didn't I tell you? We need more people. The guy we're dealing with today is no ordinary man; his martial arts skills are exceptional. I heard he can take on dozens of men alone. With only two or three of you, you're barely enough to fill his teeth gaps! If you get injured in the fight, it's a minor issue, but causing me to lose face would be a major problem."
Actually, the number of people who came this time isn't particularly small. Several taxi loads of us add up to about fifteen or sixteen, and not all of these people are his subordinates.
They came with good intentions to help, but instead of hearing a word of thanks, they were met with criticism upon arrival, putting a damper on their moods.
The squad leader paid no mind to whether his men were happy or not and let out a cold snort.