An Extra’s POV

"Haha! Is it all done?"

A burly man, robust with a bulging stomach appeared from the inner recesses of the 'staff-only' room.

He had blood stains on his hand, and each finger had rings on them. His fat-ridden body moved slowly as he cleaned his bloodied hands with a rag and flung it to the side once he was done.

"Oh, Leader? Did you kill that woman already?" One of the men who had secured both Alicia and Billy said with a somewhat disappointed face.

"What do you think?" The fat man answered with a twisted grin.

His hands were meant to be clean now, but stains of red still appeared in some areas.

"I-I see… I shouldn't have even asked."

In all honesty, this man—as well as the rest of his six comrades—wanted to have his way with her.

He had been looking forward to enjoying the waitress for some time now.

'When we killed her Boss and took over this shop, I expected my time to come soon…'

He felt frustrated that his Leader had done away with her already.

"She intentionally tripped, that woman. I was watching everything that happened with my Skill." The robust man said with a smirk.

"I had to… punish her."

The sadistic gleam in his eyes told the men that watched him that it wasn't a quick experience for the poor lady.

She must have suffered intensely.

"Her corpse is still there, if you want to have a go. I tried to keep her in as good a shape as possible."

As the robust man said this, he brought a coin out of his sleeve and tossed it in the air, before picking it up from the air and placing it in his pouch.

"At least I got a reward for my troubles…" He chuckled silently.

The men who watched him didn't move. They remained in their positions despite already having the permission to fulfill their carnal desires.

"What's the matter? Is it because she's a corpse now? It's not like you've not done it that way before." He chuckled.

He wasn't wrong.

knew how sick and demented his

their meat into anything female that had a hole—dead

what was stopping them

"Hahahaha! It's fine."

"I'm good, thank you."

"Me too!"

reason for these reactions towards Gus was

understood that the woman they lusted after was not the one they were going to meet behind the

would have been smashed to a pulp by Gus' massive arms, her teeth would have been

been thoroughly mutilated—torn apart

messed up Leader

forget all about this and focus

All the men nodded.

slaves—were right in their

attires—despite how

total stranger a Gold Coin attested to

men could have simply kidnapped them

their intention at

as the Boss instructed, we'll take

Redart—was a Slave Trader, and a prominent one at

Southern Parts of the United Human Alliance, and men like Gus and his minions

were taking these two to

of its kind existed in a city, so the Capital's warehouse was especially important—as

place,

varying values

were kidnapped in the streets—were common commodities

pleasure that was associated with a

had special abilities—Skills or a useful

the 'Special' area of the Warehouse,

to

what Gus was truly going to

watched him

spotted a gleaming white ring on the floor while his

man that desired the waitress

one that the lady called