In front of an empty warehouse.
Ten men were tied up with clear despair on their faces.
Marshall sighed a relief as he witnessed the monster puppet's corpse being transported to the semi-truck in a glass casket.
Around them, nearly twenty Underworld members watched as the glass casket was being transported with their own eyes.
Once the glass casket was inside the truck's container, the large door closed.
''We are done here.'' One of the Underworld members said without even a hint of respect in his tone. His facial features were scrunched up as he looked at Marshall.
Marshall nodded and waved his hand, ''Let's leave!''
Even though he gave the order, none of the men present listened to them, instead of waiting for their true leader to provide the order.
Marshall gritted his teeth. However, he didn't start stirring trouble with them, even though he was strong enough to defeat them all.
