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

into anything female that had

stopping

"Hahahaha! It's fine."

"I'm good, thank you."

"Me too!"

these reactions towards

woman they lusted after was not the

massive arms, her teeth would have been knocked out by his

would have been thoroughly mutilated—torn apart in

was how messed up Leader Gus

Is that so? Then I suppose we better forget all about this

All the men nodded.

two prisoners—potentially slaves—were

how casual they seemed—they

gave a total stranger a Gold Coin attested to the

kidnapped them

that wasn't their

the Boss instructed, we'll take them to

a Slave Trader, and

Alliance, and men like Gus and his minions were only

to was one of the many places they

one of its kind existed in a city, so the Capital's

place, right? We

varying values placed

in the streets—were common commodities that weren't worth

that was associated with

abilities—Skills or

'Special' area of the Warehouse,

off to take a shit. When I

knew what Gus was truly going to do in the restroom, but no one

watched him

men spotted a gleaming white ring on the floor while his Leader's back was turned

man that desired the

ring as the one that the lady