The sounds of chains gently crashing against each other resounded, as a line of powerful figures could be seen walking barefoot along the riverbanks of the Undergod River.
"Move, prisoner," behind the line of men were troopers in special armor with spears in hand, moving them along.
"This is humiliating," one of the prisoners sneered as he looked at the mounted horsemen from the corner of his eye.
This was indeed humiliating. Every single one of them was a high-level gangster who had terrorized the river for decades. They had robbed merchants, ships, and even travelers, all of whom begged them unceasingly for their lives. How could these guys treat them like this? Did they not know who they were?
"Shut up and walk, there's nothing we can do here," beside him, a high-ranking gangster berated as he walked steadily forward.