Chapter 325: Rebellion

“BASTARD!!”

“TRAITOR!!”

The shirtless men were outraged when they saw that their so-called leader did in fact retain a cock, even if it was a miniscule one, compared to the poles they now sported thanks to Beatrice.The initial instance of this chapter being available happened at N0v3l.Bin.

“To think he told us to be patient! To bide our time!” one of the shirtless men said as he charged a flame in his fist.

“To think he pretended to be in the same position as us!” another shirtless man lamented.

“Fucking garbage sold his soul to keep that puny little pecker!”

“To all guards!” Felicia’s voice echoed through the mines. “Kill these disobeying bastards at this second!!”

Dozens of masked men rushed forward from different spectator stands. Nearly twenty ran along the narrow paths from the entertainment area through which Beatrice walked last round.

John used this moment of distraction to set his arms ablaze.

“Agh!” the two men who held his arms cried in pain and let go.

John charged his flames further, increasing the blaze to a fiery inferno that exceeded the width of his body and aimed it at the other men who still held his legs.

“AAAA-Ghu—” John’s eyes bulged and his body jerked suddenly while the flames around his arms extinguished as suddenly as they appeared.

Beatrice stood right behind John’s back with her finger pointed at the back of his head. The distance of nearly two feet between Beatrice’s finger and John’s skull was connected by a singer fingernail which penetrated John’s skull and skewered his brain for all of its available remaining length.

“Even after your cowardice was discovered, you still raised your hand against your former friends... Despicable!” Beatrice said as she extinguished John’s life.

The end of one of the leaders of the masked staff paused the rush of Felicia’s back up.

And as John’s body slumped to the ground, Beatrice shouted to her followers, “Do you see those lowly lackeys rushing toward the arena? They are answering the call of an oppressor to punish you for your choice to regain your manhood! But how can men dependent on privileges for pity sex ever hope to stand a chance against those who fight for their right to be true men!? They cannot! Those weak, second-rate goods for sale cannot fathom your steel resolve!

“Fight for your cocks! Fight for you dreams! Fight for the right to once again engage plunge your cocks in tight, warm holes and cum to your heart’s content!”