The impromptu team was called a motley crew.
Wouldn't a hastily assembled team with hidden motives not even count as a motley crew?
The team assembled to attack Yan Qiushui and the Dark Rising Organization was cheerful when formed, but when it came time to act, not one dared to lead the charge.
Fear is an innate biological instinct.
The team was up against Dark Rising Organization, filled with martial arts masters at Martial Arts Perfection level, entirely out of their league, making them reckless to attack without discretion.
Even a slight miscalculation could lead to death from a single punch; then, life would be at its end.
A bunch of nobodies jabbered on about tactics, some even playing rock-paper-scissors to decide who would lead the charge, their timidity earning countless disdainful looks from the Dark Rising Association.
Yan Qiushui, observing this motley crew besieging the Dark Rising Organization, appeared filled with impatience.
