"I... I... they really don't know anything," stammered Hrudun hastily.
The fighter shook his head and sneered, "I don't believe it. Maybe after I interrogate the group, I'll find some who do know. However, I don't know how many will still be alive. As the leader, this situation is all your own doing. I give you five seconds to reconsider, otherwise, I'll go and ask each one in your tribe... counting down, five, four..."
Intimidation, that's the fighters' bread and butter.
Indeed.
Hrudun couldn't hold out for more than two seconds.
"I'll speak."
Against these ruthless men, he was genuinely cowed.
Submission was his only choice. Seeing the numerous bodies lying around, who would dare question the fighters' brutality? He suddenly understood what 'bark is worse than bite' means. These men were peaceful until provoked, but when they moved, it was with apocalyptic force.
The lamb to be slaughtered was just a facade.
