Yarebin swaggered over with a paper bag in hand.
After slowly walking to the side of a bunch of bloodthirsty old men, Yarebin placed his cane aside, took a piece of fried cheese from the paper bag, and said softly, "The position has been confirmed, the enemy is there, the number is unknown, but it can be assured they haven't left."
After saying this and putting a piece of fried cheese in his mouth, Yarebin continued, "Comparing the strength between our boss and the enemy here, I believe the enemy hasn't received news of their allies being attacked yet, otherwise they should have fled by now, so the surprise attack can proceed."
Lebyazhef said in a deep voice, "Then their reaction is way too dull, this doesn't follow the typical behavior of someone provoking on someone else's turf, could something be wrong?"
