The Siamese crocodile's bite force is astonishing, especially adept at spinning in the water to kill its prey. Once it grabs and pulls you into the water, there's no escape.
"Save me... please save me! I don't want to die! I'm only 20 years old! I really don't want to die!" A boy with half his face eaten away rushed to me, crying desperately.
I twitched my lips, unable to say a word out of sadness.
"Please, save me!" He was desperately banging on the wire fence, even trying to climb over it. But it was all in vain.
With reddened eyes, I clenched my fists and could only watch helplessly as the crocodiles rushed over.
"Ah!" One man's leg was bitten off, and he rolled on the ground in agony. Before he could scream a second time, another crocodile bit his head and dragged him into the water.
Other crocodiles furiously tore into the remaining three men. The water in the pond quickly turned a glaring crimson.
"Big brother, save me..." The boy in front of me collapsed to the ground, looking at me with terror in his eyes, still pleading for help.
I closed my eyes in pain, unable to bear watching what would happen next.
"Ah!" With the final scream, the crocodile pond gradually fell silent.
When I opened my eyes, all that remained in front of me was a pool of blood and a lone, half-torn shoe not far away. My heart ached so much that I could hardly breathe.
The crocodiles, having finished their feast, returned to the water. Some of them even fought each other over the corpse pieces.
A girl behind me was so scared that she wet herself, covering her mouth and crying so hard she could barely breathe.
A wire fence separated us, but who would have thought it would be the line between life and death?
I wished I could turn into a warrior and blow this place to pieces. Unfortunately, I was just a powerless victim, unable to do anything against the injustice and evil before me.
"Wrench, take them to the basement." We hadn't even recovered when Liu Eleven started shouting through a megaphone again.
"Line up and head to the basement," Wrench commanded, carrying his AK-47, while the other lackeys herded us toward the basement.
I knew nothing about the full layout and terrain of the KK Park. It would have been great to understand the structure of the whole park and the surrounding area.
Lost in my thoughts, I followed them to the basement. As soon as we entered, the cold, eerie atmosphere hit me. The place was filled with a terrifying aura.
The basement was large, at least 300 square meters. It was brightly lit, filled with wooden beds, refrigerators, operating tables, and various torture devices.
At the far end, around an operating table, stood three or four people in white coats and seven or eight armed lackeys.
The wooden bed with a white cloth was the operating table. On it, a naked young man was tied up, struggling in vain.
"Let me go, let me go!" His body and hands were restrained with belts, making it impossible for him to move.
"Shut up!" A lackey slapped him, causing him to see stars.
We stood about two meters away, watching in horror as the white-coats applied alcohol to his right side and then cut open his skin with a scalpel.
"Ahhhh!!!" The young man screamed hysterically in pain, breaking out in cold sweat.
Two lackeys held his shoulders down to keep him from moving. The doctor, ignoring his pain and curses, calmly extracted his kidney.
Judging by his skill and cold-bloodedness, he must have often removed organs without anesthesia.
Soon, a bloody kidney was taken out. An assistant immediately opened a preservation box. The doctor placed the kidney inside, and they all left, leaving behind one doctor to stitch up the wound.
The white sheet was stained red, and the floor was covered in blood. The young man fainted halfway through, his survival depending on his luck.
The brutal and inhumane scene struck me with overwhelming sorrow and anger. My fellow countrymen around me were also stunned by the cruelty, silently crying in fear of being the next to lose a kidney.
I suddenly remembered the medical exams I had undergone in the hospital. Could they have been recorded in a database and matched with a wealthy person?
If the match was successful... I shivered at the thought of the bloody scene before me.
If a wealthy person needed an organ that matched mine, there was no escape for me. This thought terrified me.
In a few moments, the lackeys drove us back to the workspace. Traumatized by what we had seen, everyone worked frantically, especially the newcomers. The intimidation worked well; everyone was desperately learning scripts and techniques.
The seasoned scammers used every trick in the book, frantically closing deals to stay alive. Liu Eleven was so thrilled about my billion-won deal that he set off fireworks in the playground and rewarded me with 10,000 yuan.
"Boom"
Listening to the fireworks and watching the colorful display, I recalled the gruesome scene and felt like crying without tears.
Even Sister Jade was much quieter in the afternoon, staring blankly after returning to the workspace. She must have been terrified.
Chubby couldn't care less about supervising her. It was better if she didn't close any deals, as she posed no threat to him. Wrench, accustomed to such scenes, remained calm as ever.
Unlike me, who appeared calm but was terrified inside, my teeth were chattering.
"Brother, it's so scary. I don't want to be fed to the crocodiles or lose my kidneys. What should we do?" Eighty-One burst into my dorm after work, trembling.
"I don't want that either. What can we do?" I gripped my cup tightly, remembering those desperate eyes.
"We…" Eighty-One looked around and lowered his voice, "we should escape together."
"Don't talk nonsense. I know what I'm doing." I quickly covered his mouth, afraid someone might hear us.
"Okay." Eighty-One nodded and removed my hand.
"Do you know Sister Jade? She was my former supervisor, a real she-devil. I don't know how she got her position, but you should be careful. She loves playing with men," I said, recalling her eating a gecko alive, an image that still disgusted me.
Eighty-One replied, "Isn't she trying to play with you?"
"Get out before I get angry!"
"Okay!"
"Wait!"
Eighty-One stopped at the door, "What is it, brother?"
"Let me ask you something. When your family went hunting and encountered ferocious animals like bears or tigers, what did they do?"
"Brother, bears and Siberian tigers are protected animals. You can't hunt them."
I waved my hand, "I'm talking hypothetically! Just because they're protected now doesn't mean no one hunted them in the past!"
"Speaking of which, I have some stories. My ancestor was a legendary archer with great strength. One time, he encountered a brown bear and two Siberian tigers fighting in the deep mountains of Northeast China…"