"Sir! Sir...ugh ugh ugh?!"
He was still shouting when he was dragged out of the cage after it was opened and given a vicious beating, leaving him powerless, then strapped to the torture rack to start the day's procedure.
This kind of behavior is typical for someone who has just arrived here and is still somewhat lively.
Most of the slaves imprisoned here are already lifeless, like walking corpses, barely groaning when tortured, as if they are already dead.
"Slave number 15... an unusually thick arm, different from ordinary people, has been reserved..."
"Slave number 19... born with anomalies, short stature, can be disguised as a pig or dog for amusement, has been reserved."
"Slave number 35..."
When Qi Wen walked to the cage of slave number 35, he suddenly stopped.
"Slave number 35, Diao Ruonian, born with two hearts..."
However, in front of him, the cage stained with blood was... empty!
"What a pity... what a pity!"
Qi Wen gently patted the blood-dyed cage.
