As the men saw the silhouette of the man standing on the roof they seemed to immediately recognize him.
The men performed an immediate bow toward the silhouette of the man. The man turned around ignoring their bows and walked away before they could raise their head.
The men hurriedly rolled out the criminal from the iron truck.
The criminal's leg had been fixed, it was no longer facing the opposite direction nor did it seem broken in any way.
They dragged him into the ruined building where they were met by the same man that stood on the roof.
June, he had an extremely serious and grim expression hanging on his face, indicating something is going to happen soon.
The men gave him another quick yet deep bow before he started walking away into the depth of the building while the men followed him without a word. They seemed used to this kind of behavior yet they seemed nervous.
June walked with firm and loud steps as he led the men to a dark corridor with a few flickering lights.
At the end of the corridor, they stopped at what seemed a sturdy concrete wall.
A couple of men quickly jumped in front of June and slid aside the concrete wall with all their strength revealing a dark staircase leaving to pitch darkness.
June without wasting another second walked into the darkness as the two men stood aside and waited behind while others went in.
After everyone entered the two men closed off the concrete wall from inside.
Suddenly a few flickering lights appeared revealing the worn-out walls of the staircase and blood-splattered concrete stairs. The scratches on the wall resembled what could be done by human hands and bloody prints of human hands could be seen.
The group of men descended the staircase. June led them all with Mathew and Kyser right behind him followed by the men that carried the criminal and then the rest of the men.
As the men left the stairway an eerie view greeted them.
A long corridor stretching into darkness and compartments of iron bars instead of walls.
The group of men walked the gloomy concrete corridor as they passed the cells with zero visibility.
It seemed some kind of beasts had been captivated within cells by the look of the damaged, chipped iron bars.
No ordinary human could have done such damage to the material of that sort.
As they walked into the dark corridor a few actions were visible in the cells.
In one a rhythmic banging noise came with a gap of a moment almost shaking the next-door cell while in another cell, there was a very unusual man seen creeping up on the ceiling. There was one cell where an old man was seen dancing at a very quick pace almost unnoticeable, the movements he had made with his bone-thin limbs. There was also one when a very tall muscly man stood, steaming, sweat poured onto the floor as if water and each of his muscles bulging one by one, all this just by standing.
Some sat silently, their expressing saying they were awaiting something. While some exercised energetically as if getting ready for something.
At the end of the corridor revealed an iron door.
June unlocked the iron door and opened it. Revealing a vast concrete field lit with a big spot of light from the metal ceiling.
It was a round space with a concrete floor and iron walls.
By the circumference of the space, there were stairs. metal staircases that led to a lifted platform. That platform was at least two humans' height away from the ground.
The men dropped the criminal on the ground and slapped him half awake, still pondering about his situation.
The men left the criminal and climbed onto the staircase and on the lifted platform and pulled up the stairs so that no one else could climb on.
Suddenly a loud beeping sound came ringing throughout the dark concrete field and a marching sound slowly rose from the door the men had left.
Criminals slowly came marching out the door. One by one making lines in rows. In front of them stood a man on a higher plane, June. Dressed in dark and a menacing glare.
The criminals immediately performed bow toward June and his men.
There was great tension in the group of criminals, there was fear, respect, and most of all obedience. Those criminals had shown extraordinary feet for humans yet for them fear of that fragile-looking man seemed odd.
June rose from his seat and walked to the edge of the platform and looked at his audience with an intense glare at each of them with a heavy silence.
"This is your final Test. Test of life and Death. Every one of you who stands on that ground is the lowest of the scums and you!.... Need to be judged. Rise above the filth you are and show not the world but me your true potential! JUDGE YOUR FILTHY SELVES!"
June's voice rang throughout the ears of his companions and criminals. Their mind had been blanked for a moment of his speech.
All of the criminals took a deep breath in and let out a huge chaotic mix of screams deep from their lungs.
The mass of men immediately turned their organized lines into a mess.
All of them started punching and grappling with the intent of death in mind. Within minutes people had started dying.
Someone was strangled with massive arms while one's limbs were broken one by one while agonising in pain. There were those crawling to simply protect themselves unable to fight with the competitions they had.
There was massive chaos at first sight, men killing men with no mercy. But it was organized chaos. There were those who with great power alone and there were those who formed groups to protect themselves and those groups simply to eliminate. There were unspoken policies in each group and individual.
There was an odd synchronicity with the men. They had never talked to each other but they knew. Knew from whom one should stay away, whom to target, and whom to ally with.
Their actions depicted some unspoken connection between the men.