Nothing was guaranteed in this world. No one showed up in time to save us.
When we arrived at the destination, we were shoved out of the van and pushed into a small two-story warehouse.
The smell of blood was overwhelming.
Looking around, the three of us couldn't help but lean closer together.
This was a slaughterhouse's workshop. After walking a little further in, we saw two rows of pork hanging on both sides. There were puddles of blood on the ground.
The two masked men didn't rush us as if they wanted us to take in the gore. They probably wanted to intimidate us. They gave us a push after we were done looking.
"Move straight ahead!"
"Back already? Have you cleaned up the trail?" One of them asked.
"Naturally." One of the men behind us answered.
"Brother Min said to give them a taste of pain first." Another person said as he played his cards.
The man behind us looked around, "What do you mean?"
