Hearing Ernie begging for mercy, Casey stopped. Then he turned to look at the people behind him, and said coldly, "Who else is not convinced?"
Everyone took two steps back subconsciously. They all subconsciously covered their crotches.
Casey's strength was unquestionable. In No. 13 Room, Ernie's strength was beyond doubt. But Casey could beat Ernie into a sissy with such ease, which was enough to prove how powerful Casey was.
At this time, Ernie turned around and yelled at everyone, "He will be our leader in this room from now on. If any of you dare to refuse, fight me first! From now on, I will be his loyal little bro. Did you guys hear it clearly?"
Ernie's voice was no longer as strong as before, but became a bit more feminine. When Casey heard Ernie speak, he even suspected that Ernie had some problem after being kicked by him.
Hearing Ernie's voice, everyone had the urge to laugh, but they all endured it. They nodded to him quickly, and then shouted at Casey, "Yes, Boss!"
Ernie turned his head and showed a flattering smile at Casey. He said, "Boss, everyone in this room will listen to you from now on. I am your assistant now. If you have something to do, just tell me. I'll do it."
"Tell me about the situation here." Casey said. He was actually a little confused. After all, Ernie was the leader here before, but after being kicked a few times, he obediently gave the position to Casey, which made Casey feel a little weird.
Looking at Ernie's looks, after giving Casey the position, there seemed to be a sense of relief on his face.
Ernie nodded immediately and said, "Let's go and sit on the bed. Boss, you just woke up. Your body may not have recovered."
Casey didn't refuse. He followed Ernie to one side of the room. There was a row of beds with many quilts on it. It was enough for them to sleep.
Of course, Casey also thought of another possibility. The bed prepared here was actually just right, but it did not mean that everyone could sleep on the bed alive.
After reaching in front of the bed, Ernie enthusiastically took Casey to his own bed. His bed looked much cleaner than those around him, and the quilts were neatly stacked.
"Boss, this is my bed. It is the cleanest in this room. To be honest, I'm a neat freak. I can't stand the dirty environment. Those guys don't dare to stain my bed." Ernie said. There was a trace of complacency on his face.
Casey glanced at the shabby beds in front of him, then glanced at the bed not far away, and asked, "Am I going to sleep there in the future?"
Ernie nodded and said, "Yes, we are all treated the same here. Even the sleeping place for the boss will not make much difference. Whether it is clean or not depends entirely on their own preferences."
Casey nodded thoughtfully, then pointed at the bed over there, and said, "You go to sleep over there in the future."
Then Casey sat on the bed in front of him and found that this bed was indeed much cleaner than the others.
Ernie was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood what Casey meant. He reluctantly said, "Boss, I took a great effort to get my bedsheets and quilts. It’s not easy to get a clean set of quilts in such a place.”
"So you want violate my order?" Casey said coldly.
Ernie was taken aback by Casey's aura. Then he gritted his teeth and said, "It is my honor to prepare a clean bed for you."
Casey smiled and nodded, then let Ernie talk about the situation here.
Ernie told Casey the situation about here. Casey also roughly figured out what kind of place he was currently in.
This was indeed Guanling. But they were underground. To put it bluntly, they were equivalent to prisoners locked up by Guanling.
There were a total of fifteen rooms like here. The room he stayed was No. 13 Room. There were about twenty people in each room. Everyone here came in like Casey.
The purpose of Guanling's screening of these people was indeed in line with the rumors that Casey heard. The only purpose of them coming here was to fight. Under the watch of the world's top wealthy groups, they had to have a fierce fight.
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