Several people are peeking at us from the inside and they are all looking at me and my group.
"Who the fuck is that guy?"
"Is that kid the one who came to this place before?"
"I think so. I wish we could've worked with them."
"You dense idiot! Go grab me a pack of cigars!"
"yes sir..."
"Did he just order that old bastard to order us?!"
"Heard that too."
"He wants us to work for him. We have other people for that job that are much suited."
"You! Do whatever they say since the smell here is killing me... Ugh! I'm gonna go back to my mom!"
"Y-yes ma'am."
"So fucking stupid. As if we'll do what he wants."
The people inside started to chatter with each other. After a few minutes, a few people came outside with a few tools and started on doing what Damian ordered.
I immediately stopped what they were doing and faced the group looking at me with disdain.