Anaya Lee’s battered body lay on the ground. His mangled body was covered in blood from head to toe. Due to the loss of blood, his skin turned pale. His clothes were ripped, and his eyes were hollow. He didn't look like the man I'd seen a few months earlier, with the Armani suit, exquisite jewelry, wide smile, and expensive watches. However, he deserves it after what he had done. He is at the topmost level of the dungeon and is used as a punching bag by all of us. Some of Marcus’s men decided to take the easy way out and kill themselves with cyanide pills while those who had been left were here in the dungeons. The evil ones have been vented, and all have been tortured. The majority of his men were killed. We didn’t have any other options. A few, such as the doctor and his brother who assisted Nicolas, are helped by him to live an honest life. “What? I unloaded my frustration on him since you wouldn't allow me to go on my trips.” Cia said nonchalantly. Nicolas sighed and rubbed his
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