Bam.
Eli delivered a final kick to the spy, sending the Spy rolling once again.
Eli looked at him in disdain and snapped his fingers.
"Great King!"
3 of his subordinates stepped forward and saluted him.
"Get him cleaned and changed," Eli said while pushing back his hair charmingly and taking his seat.
And might before everyone's eyes, they started stripping the spy, revealing the most gruesome body ever.
F***!
How had this guy been walking with such wounds?
Everyone grimaced a bit and rolled their throats as they started at the man's body.
Eli's subordinates quickly took off the man's bloodied clothes, used them to wipe his body before bringing out a new set of clothes for the bastard to wear.
Hey, those on laundry duty would handle things from here.
Eli sweet his cold gaze at all gang leaders and scoffed arrogantly.
Taking his throne was impossible.