"Boss, I bought Mr. Gorruk, but are you sure it's okay to let him know about it? You know we can't control him, right?" The Goblin H hurried into the basement, his voice trembling.
Goblin B, the temporary leader of their gang, lifted his head, his face smeared with blood. He fixed The Goblin H with a cold stare that sent shivers down his spine, causing him to fall directly to the floor.
"Did I ask for your advice? No, right? Then just do what I told you. Don't use your empty head, or I won't hesitate to lay you beside this Umy and give you the same treatment." Goblin B, who had only today revealed his true nature, had transformed from a normal goblin to a psychopath in just five hours, pointed the stripper-like tool, a very old-fashioned one covered with blood, at Goblin H.
"Y-yes, Boss, I'll do it," Stammered The Goblin H, before hiding in a corner.
