Unlike his previous cautiousness, he even seemed a bit timid.
At this moment, although Peigi's face was dark, his demeanor seemed to have changed into another person, with tiny cold glimmers in his pea-sized eyes.
It was not just murderous intent but also something deep from within...
Brutality!
Yes, brutality!
Gleisa had witnessed such brutality more than once.
In the cells of Inner Bay, those twisted-minded fellows harbored such a sense of brutality.
What stood out most was one guy biting off the nose of the guard delivering the meals, even when people around punched and kicked him, that bastard chewed the nose and swallowed it.
At the time, eleven-year-old Gleisa was extremely curious.
He mixed it with lettuce and beans and ate it.
It wasn't very tasty.
Dry, fishy.
Far worse than roasted ham.
But after that, he became infatuated with visiting the cells.
He loved watching those filled with murderous and brutal intent become panic-stricken upon seeing him.
