Eli clenched his jaws in rage.

In his eyes, people that came out of the Hole were all useless!

Sure, 8/10th claimed to be changed and enlightened by their stupidity.

And one might think that the other 2/10th would be good to go.

But assuming that would be wrong.

For this group, unlike the rest, they were too cowardly to change, even though they too were scared sh**less.

Change meant that they would have to face all the bullying from their gangs while staying here for years.

And they weren't ready to take such rejection for long.

So once they left the Hole, they still joined their gangs.

But, their performances had drastically decreased.

It was as if the devil himself had held their weak points firmly, because they were always scared day in day out and trembling like cowardly fools.

No one could understand their drastic behaviours.

Well, no one except those who truly changed for the better.

The reason was simple.

These trembling prisoners were scared because they broke the promise they made to the spirit in the Hole after they left.

Yup!

Through their day and night stay in the hole where sun or light never reached, they faced hell.

From sleepless nights filled with scary sounds to murderous laughter from the walls, and even a voice that sounded like a demonic child's... everything gave them chills.

The air in the room was also terrifying, even 5 times more terrifying than Warden Mitchen's.

God! They had peed themselves so much while promising to change.

But now, because they didn't, they always lived in constant fear that someone would get them someday.

Only those who changed felt free.

And those who didn't change couldn't perform as they used to in their gangs.

They always had nightmares, disturbing their climates, and now had problems making quick decisions.

They were as useless as newborn babies.

So how could Eli not be pissed?

If the enemy had succeeded in sending his punished generals to the Hole rather than the White room, they wouldn't lose a majority of them?

No!

Wouldn't he lose all of them since those who did join the gang again would be useless?

Wasn't this a direct hit to his power here?

Who did it?

Who was responsible?

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Eli snapped his fingers, and a few men surrounding them walked towards the trembling prisoner on the ground.

The prisoner's eyes opened wide in fear as he pitifully looked at Eli, begging to be spared while scaling forward in an attempt to give the men coming at him.

"No! I beg of you.

Any more, and I will die.

Please, please, forgive me."

As the men advanced towards the trembling prisoner, Eli looked at another General of his and nodded.

Soon, a loud cheer went on around the court, with people screaming excitedly and loudly while seriously watching the game.

"Give them Hell!

Break go's leg on the court!"

"F***! Why can't you pass the ball, you stingy son of a b**ch?"

"Shoot! Shoot!"

"F*** Yeah! Nice shot!"

~Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap~

The crowd watching the game somehow got overly excited.

And the noise instantly drowned whatever was going on around Eli, and by the time it quieted down, the trembling man's clothes were all soaked in blood.

His gruesome appearance made everyone's spine tingle.

And the gang leaders who watched all had stern expressions on their faces.

What they witnessed reminded them of Eli's cruelty.

Several ominous thoughts squirmed at the back of their mind as they glanced at the bloodied man before him.

.

'Cough. Cough. Cough. Cough.'

The bloodied prisoner coughed large amounts of blood and trembled in pain while moaning softly.

Tears hung at the corners of his eyes as the pain grew more and more unbearable.

Eli looked at him and smiled coldly.

"Oh? Didn't you say that anymore and you would die?

Look. Aren't you well now?"

Snap.

Eli snapped his hands again, and several people brought the bloodied prisoner closer.

Eli squeezed the prisoner's jaws while looking deep into his eyes like a snake, ensuring its prey.

Looking into his eyes, the prisoner shivered a bit.

Why did it look like he was starting at a bottomless pit instead?

Eli squinted his eyes and laughed angrily.

"Hahahhahahah.

So, you're the spy they sent to infiltrate my base, right?

Good! Since you're so brave, then why didn't we test your limits?"

The bloodied prisoner tried to shake his head in refusal, but Eli's grip was so firm that his jaws felt like they would break apart any second now.

Bam.

Everyone's eyes stayed on the prisoner as he flew backwards from Eli's attack.

Cough. Cough.

The prisoner coughed out more blood as he was once again carried towards Eli, who in turn gripped his hair tightly.

"So, you dare scheme against my generals and expect to get away with it?" Eli said before slamming the spy's head into the ground hard.

Bam.

"You know, for a spy, you're really sh**y!"

Bam.

"And your masters are useless as well. How dare they insult me by sending you?"

Bam.

"What qualifications do they have to go against I, the Great King?"

Bam.

"Well, why aren't you talking?

Answer me now!!"

Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam.

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As if possessed by a demon, Eli descended on the prisoner like crazy while releasing all the pent-up rage that had been plaguing him since his setback.

Everyone else stayed frozen while watching the scene.

After feeling a bit better, Eli placed his leg over the fool's head, pinning him to the ground again.

"Listen up and listen well.

I will only ask you once, and if you're smart enough, you'll tell me what I want to know.

Who amongst these men is your leader?

You only have to the count of 10 to answer.

Think quick, because your next words will determine your life from here on out."

The prisoner trembled harder after listening to Eli's words.

And the moment the countdown began, everyone's heart grew anxious.

There were three options this bastard spy could take.

Either he chose to remain silent and take all the blame or pick out his real gang leader.

The last option would be to pick out a fake leader and pin everything to someone else.

So even those who were innocent could fall into a trap today.

Everyone's eyes focused on the prisoner as they did their best to look as fierce as possible.

Eli looked at them as the pathetic prisoner and increased the strength of his foot over the imbecile's head.

"3... 2... 1...

Your time is up.

Speak. Who sent you?"