A vibrant life vanished before everyone's eyes, and these pirates finally put some pressure on the tycoons onboard.
Just one?
Indeed, in the eyes of these capitalists, they were no longer seen as people, or at least not in the purest sense; they were a new species above humans in the social hierarchy.
No matter how many people from the lower class died, it wouldn't faze them at all, because people, this cheap commodity, were everywhere around the world.
They were merely... consumables.
Only when capitalists suffered casualties would they start to feel fear.
"I think I've seen this gentleman in the newspapers!", Beret pointed his gun at a guest who looked familiar to him.
Two armed robbers escorted the person onto the small stage, still using the same game as before.
Beret reached into a box full of bullets, grabbed a handful, "Come on, guess how many bullets I have in my hand?"
