章 137: The Pit

The 200 men were confused as a group of mad people approached them. The mad people were holding weapons and waved it to the 200 men as they force them to go down inside an empty Olympic sized swimming pool. 

Looking around, the 200 men were shocked. The tiles were smeared with dried and wet blood. Its horrible stench hovered in the air and entered their noses, some couldn't help but vomit on the ground as they smelled the stomach curling odor. One of the 200 walked but suddenly slipped and fell on an upward broken tile and stabbed her hand. They were inside a bloody pit arena.

Hafiz raised his arms into the sky and said, "Prove yourselves to our merciful god, and we will let you live."