Grock struggled madly, letting out desperate screams.
"No—stop! Stop!!!"
But no one paid attention to his cries of agony.
Click!
The ropes were tightly bound to the streetlight post.
Under the glow of the fire, the goblins formed a circle, watching Grock who was about to face death.
At this moment, Grock was already on the verge of death, without even the strength to struggle, desperately looking at the goblins surrounding him.
The only solace was that he was not the only one hung from the streetlights; the entire street was filled with goblins, as well as some Hell Dwarves or Demons.
They were all part of the Trade Union, some were his accomplices, others were not... but none of that mattered anymore.
Snick slowly walked forward, looking at him deeply and said in a low voice, "This is what you deserve."
His hand suddenly waved—
Snap!
