The Conquerors in the room were battle-hardened, having seen countless bloodshed and death, so the murderous aura of the two men failed to intimidate everyone present.
They nodded in acknowledgement, a form of greeting, then the two of them headed to a corner of the private room, taking out food and fine wine from the Space Wristwatch to enjoy on their own.
Twenty minutes passed by, and six more people arrived in the room, yet the host still hadn't shown up, leaving some finally growing impatient.
"What's this supposed to be? A snub? My time is precious," said a woman arrogantly. "It's always a woman's right to be late. Could it be that our host is some broad without an ounce of punctuality?"
The Conquerors laughed out loud. In the Trojan World, female Group Leaders were a rare breed, so this statement was a mean piece of sarcasm.
