It was already one o'clock in the morning.
It had been an hour since Matias called Otis.
At that moment, the sound of engines was heard.
In its wake, sports cars whizzed past one after another.
They were none other than Otis and a dozen friends of his, all young people from rich families.
Their cars stopped right at the entrance of the Hudson Stadium.
Then, Otis and his fellows got out of their cars.
At the sight of Otis, some guys came up to him right away.
"Mr. Tucker, is your arm better? Who is Joshua anyway? He is just a bumpkin from New York. I can't believe he offended you like that! He must have lost his will to live!"
"Let's not talk about this now. We are here tonight to catch ghosts for Mr. Tucker! It is already exciting, just thinking about it!"
"Right! We must seek revenge for Mr. Tucker..."
Otis was very satisfied with his status and prestige among his fellows.