Kapitel 491: Fucking thot.

The look on the faces of Cyrill and the rest of the prisoners were inexplicable the moment those words came out of Morales' mouth. His voice wasn't as loud when he spoke but it was loud enough for everybody to hear clearly. He spoke with a normal face but there was this dark undertone with his voice the moment it left his mouth. The knife he was holding was slowly dripping blood and he wasn't bothering to wipe it at all.

That was when Cyrill lost strength in his legs while a few of the prisoners tried to either jump on the water or to run back inside the shipping container they were in. However, the soldiers right behind them were quick to put them back in the same spot they were sitting on.

"Please! I'm sorry! I'M SORRY~!!!"

"WE'RE JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS!!! WE'RE JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS!!!"

"Please let us go!"

"Have mercy!"

"PLEASE!!!"

"GOD HELP US PLEASE!!! GOD!!! PLEASE HELP US!!!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"