Leonel stood up with a calm expression on his face. He hadn't said these words for the sake of these people feeling remorse, that would be nothing short of naïve. He didn't want anything from these people, in fact, if they folded now and acquiesced to such a demand, it would only disappoint him. This fury in his belly had to be directed somewhere, and he wanted the target to be solid, not some soft cloud.
He understood human psychology well. Doing something might be impactful, but saying you would do something and then doing it would be doubly so.
He wanted these people to feel suffocated, he wanted them to watch their geniuses with despair clear on their faces, and yet feel somewhere deep within their hearts that it was all their fault from the very beginning.
