In the house, a middle-aged man sat on a sofa.

He looked to be around forty years of age and was slightly chubby. He wore a vest and had a Green Dragon tattoo on his arm. He was toying with two walnuts in his hands.

“Move.”

The mercenaries pressed their firearms against the trio.

They walked forward.

“Sit.”

In a black vest and fiddling with two walnuts in his hand, the middle-aged, chubby man pointed at the sofa.

James glanced at him and seated himself.

Henry and Scarlett sat on his side