Soon, half of the ordinary second-class players were killed.
The remaining players gave up resisting...
Faced with third-class players, they couldn't run, and they couldn't fight back. They could only drop their weapons and kneel, begging for mercy.
"Spare us!"
"We were coerced. We didn't know the truth earlier!"
"Lord David, please forgive me!"
One after another, they pleaded desperately.
At this moment, a middle-aged man, who was clearly a high-ranking member of one of the families, spoke very humbly, "Mr. David, how do you wish to deal with these remaining people? Their lives are yours to command!"
Sterl looked at the scene coldly and then turned to Teresa, "You arrange for some to be added to our organization."
"You don't need to go personally. I have another task for you."
Teresa, upon hearing this, was slightly excited, "Yes, Master!"
