This place was a true Asura's field. On one side of the great hall, a "taming" was in progress.
Several victims, their arms and legs freshly broken, were being herded like cattle by the guards, forced to crawl across a floor covered in sharp gravel.
Crawl too slowly, and you'd get a vicious beating. Too pained to even scream, and they'd give you a fresh cut to "perk you up."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the hall, separated by only a thin screen, glasses were clinking and the air was thick with the smell of roasting meat.
A group of thuggish gang leaders sat around a bonfire, tearing into large chunks of meat and downing huge bowls of wine. The sound of their drinking games was deafening.
"Come on, come on! Drink!"
A powerfully built man raised his wine bowl. He was the leader of this branch—Guo Tu.
"Drink your fill tonight, brothers! We've gotten word from the higher-ups. Once this batch of 'goods' is dealt with, our branch is breaking camp and moving to Pingyang City!"
