"I think you've got the wrong person."
Though the respect the seven men in suits accorded to him was tempting, Drake refused to be swept off his feet. He needed something reasonable to hold unto.
The toughest of the seven men who did the talking earlier, bowed again, moving closer to him.
"You have every right to be mad, young master. It was my fault, I didn't do my job perfectly. You should punish me severely. Even if you want me dead, I'll willingly give my life. But Old Master Yi will give up on living if he doesn't see you this night. It's been a month since you left home. Please return, young master."
He bowed again and the rest chorused, bowing,
"Young Master please return."
Drake was stupefied. He didn't know what else to say. From the look of things, these men weren't going to force him, but they wouldn't leave unless he go with them. But he didn't know what they were talking about.