"Senior..."
Carson Flores signaled the three women to step back with his eyes. The elder's displayed strength was too powerful and strange, making it difficult to distinguish friend from foe. Caution was necessary.
The elder calmly said, "If there's anything else delicious, make it all. Do it well, and I'll spare your lives."
Carson felt a chill in his heart; it seemed this person had come with ill intentions.
If he didn't cook, would the elder be prepared to kill him?
Carson bowed and said, "Then please wait for a moment, Senior... You all, come help."
The three women took the opportunity to move away from the table and went to the makeshift kitchen.
The elder gave off an eerie feeling, and judging by his tone, he hadn't been invited and yet was threatening their lives. He probably wasn't a good person.
Carson did not attempt to escape because the opponent seemed too powerful.
