"I think you need a plan."
The moment these words were spoken, the second floor of the shop fell completely silent. People looked at each other, and even those enforcers who had drawn their knives and crossbows froze in place. They had thought the young man was a spy who sneaked in and were ready to strike, but they never expected... his words actually made some sense.
Even though when they thought about it carefully, they realized the young man essentially said nothing, the reasoning was compelling, making them want to keep listening.
There was an inexplicable tingling sensation, like each word struck a chord in their hearts.
"Go on,"
It was a man in his forties, bald, with a scar at the corner of his eye and mouth, who spoke.
The man's name was Sam, the owner of this grocery store, and secretly, the founder of the Pure Society. He had transformed the second floor of the grocery into the activity venue for the Pure Society, expanding it from a few people to dozens.
