These wealthy and powerful people at the top of the food chain pay cash in secret and have the park use specialized smuggling channels to transport their "collectibles" to their homes.
The perverted old Japanese man ended up buying Li Jianguo's wife for triple the price, around 3 million yuan. The pervert who wanted a living person for a ghost marriage paid 2 million yuan. As for those "piglets" who were bought for their scalps, hands, feet, or testicles, the starting price for each part was 500,000 yuan.
After being cut up without anesthesia, their other organs are preserved in cold storage, and the remains are thrown into the crocodile pool to feed the fish. Nothing goes to waste, and it's a brutality that words can't describe.
"Hello, baby, how old is this year?" The old Western woman who bought testicles suddenly walked up to me with a smile.
Her face, covered in layers of makeup, was paler than a corpse. It was clear she had undergone cosmetic procedures. Her skin was smooth, and she had a curvy figure, with no natural signs of aging for a 60-year-old woman.
The old witch had the same bright red lipstick as Liu Shiyi, and her glaringly white false teeth made her look like a devil. Talking to such a "ball-eating" old witch was nauseating. But I couldn't ignore her. In this situation, you have to bow your head.
So, I pretended not to understand and looked at her in confusion.
"Are you Chinese?" She touched my face with her hand and asked again.
Western women are tall, so she easily reached my face. It was disgusting, and I wanted to smack her hand away.
Professor Ace noticed my unusual behavior and smiled as he approached, "Xiaoping, when an esteemed guest speaks to you, you must be polite."
"Yes, I'm Chinese," I nodded and replied coldly, noticing a hint of anger in Professor Ace's eyes.
"Oh, a Chinese boy, I like it, hahaha," the old witch said in surprisingly good Chinese.
After staring at me greedily for a few seconds, she walked over to Ace, and they had an intense conversation. She thought I didn't understand English, but I could hear what they were discussing.
The wicked old witch wanted to buy me as her toy, even offering a million dollars. But that wasn't enough to tempt Professor Ace. He lied, saying I was unhealthy and only appeared talented, to avoid selling me. Then he led her to another "piglet."
Unfortunately, she was interested in a young black boy in a cage.
"Oh my god, it's so big! 500,000 yuan, I'll take it! Make sure to preserve it well… hahaha," she exclaimed, her eyes full of desire.
"No problem, guaranteed fresh and intact," Ace said, delighted. He was happy to sell the black boy's genitals while keeping me safe.
I won't explain what the old witch planned to do with the "ham" and "eggs" she bought. Some perverts even select various perfect body parts from women and use the whole skin, including the hair, to make life-sized models…
Hell is empty, and the devils are here. This saying fits perfectly.
Soon, these seemingly noble devils, satisfied, followed Liu Shiyi to tour other parts of the park.
After giving me a few instructions, Professor Ace went to accompany them on their tour, discussing other business deals. The more of these people came, the better it was for the park. Even if we couldn't use them to blackmail later, it ensured a steady stream of funds…
Those selected young men and women were quickly dragged away by henchmen specializing in organ harvesting.
"Oh my god, that was terrifying," Bayi said, his teeth chattering as we left the "collection building."
"At least the one for the ghost marriage will be euthanized," I said, taking a drag on my cigarette, feeling conflicted.
"Let's go, don't stay here and get in the way. If those devils notice us, we won't survive the night," Wrench said, pushing us towards a nearby shop.
"That old witch almost bought me for a million dollars. Luckily, I have a competition on Mid-Autumn Festival. If I win, I'll be worth more to Professor Ace," I said.
Ace didn't sell me because he hoped I'd bring in more value, much more than ten million dollars.
"If I lose, my body will be gone! For him, it's no loss. He'll just sell me as a specimen!" I couldn't help but feel gloomy.
Being cut up alive was worse than dying in the ring. At least it would be quick.
"Don't be pessimistic; there's always hope," Wrench said, patting my back.
"Bro, don't worry. When the match comes, I'll risk my life to keep you safe!" Bayi said firmly, "If we're going to die, I'll die with you. Better than suffering here."
"Don't talk nonsense. I don't want to drag you down. If it comes to it, Wrench, please kill me. I don't want to be cut up alive. Leave my body intact, and if you escape, take my ashes back to Hunan to my dad," I said, envisioning my fate.
If I could choose my death, I hoped Wrench would kill me. Chen Weiqiang wouldn't have the heart to do it. I hoped they could escape…
Just as we reached the shop, someone suddenly struck me from behind with a gun. I caught myself on the wall, avoiding a fall.
"Alan…" Wrench saw it was Mao Dinglun and suppressed his anger, lowering his AK-47.
"Move!" Mao Dinglun pushed Wrench aside and struck me again with the gun. I grabbed the barrel and angrily asked, "Mr. Mao, why did you attack me?"
"I'm teaching you a lesson for the supervisor! Why didn't you answer the guest right away?" Mao Dinglun sneered, pulling back his AK-47.
I clenched my fists and said coldly, "I don't understand bird language."
For the bigger picture, I didn't fight back, but I wanted to take the gun and shoot him.
"Are you really ignorant, or just pretending?" Mao Dinglun laughed, pointing the AK-47 at my head. "Want to see if your hands are faster than my gun?"
At this range, my hands would be faster.
"Mr. Mao, times have changed. Of course, your gun is faster," I said calmly, smiling as I looked into his eyes.
Wrench and Bayi stood tensely behind him. I didn't want to test who was faster because, either way, I'd lose. So…