Chapter 62 : Weapon

"How long do we have to wait before going on a rampage?" a guy with curly black hair asked, spinning a water bottle on the tabletop. "I am getting bored." "Why does the leader have to wait for some random chick's order to make a move?" a man with a gigantic build, sitting by the curly-haired one, asked, yawning and rubbing his eyes. "The leader isn't waiting for anyone's approval," another guy with a cut over his left eye said. His unharmed, citrine eye gleamed as he spoke. Long hair reached beyond his neck. "Why are these humans staring at us? Do they wish to die already?" the curly-haired guy asked, scoffing. "You are sitting outside one of the busiest restaurants, looking like absolute beggars from an RPG game. What do you expect?" the gigantic guy said, mocking, pointing at their baggy, light gray robes with a darker gray upper torso and sleeves. "Speak for yourself, Pumpkin!" the curly-haired guy snarled at the gigantic guy. "It's Jenkin. How many times do I have to te