Victor stood before the men, hands clasped behind his back. The armory doors still open behind him said enough.
"I think y'all have seen enough?" His voice cut through the murmurs like steel. "You rest tonight. Tomorrow, we attack. Pantry's stocked. Eat as much as you want, but no drinking till we win. Eat first, then back here for strategy. If you waste time, you'll be punished. If you disobey me ,you'll be punished. If you even think of betraying me ,you'll die."
A couple of men grumbled. One muttered, "We ain't recruits."
Victor didn't even glance his way ."Eat. Tomorrow, we fight." He turned his back, ending the discussion.
The silence after that was louder than their complaints. Some of the men cursed under their breath, but none dared raise their voice. They did as told, gathering what they could, and soon the mansion's halls filled with the noise of a rough feast.
Outside, Abel pulled out his phone. The call connected instantly.
"Report," Carl said.
