The submarine tanks belonging to them floated on the sea, surrounding the entire castle.
They neither fired their cannons nor besieged it, it was as if they were... waiting for someone.
Charles Harrington crooked his finger, "Give me a gun."
Wilfred glanced at Wayne Bailey.
"I should have some means of defense, right? Can't you trust me with that?" Charles Harrington said, speechless.
Wayne Bailey tossed a gun over to him.
"Thanks."
All the bodyguards hid beneath the windows, Charles Harrington said the glass was bulletproof, so there was no need to worry about bullets piercing through.
"But they have cannons."
"If a cannon fires at us, not only the glass, everything would be shattered," Charles Harrington chuckled, "Draw the curtains."
Wilfred did as told, the curtains were old and tattered, barely covering the window.
The castle was very well sealed; when submerged in water, not much seawater came in.
"Young master, what are they waiting for?" Wilfred asked, puzzled.
