Chapter 43 Skinning

Along with Director Zhu, three people were dragged into a room on one side. In the few seconds it took to open and close the door, a thick smell of blood drifted out from within.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The sound of chopping and slicing rose in succession, and the voices of those three people also vanished.

The red-nosed man came out again, looked at the huddled, trembling pigs with satisfaction, and continued to herd them out.

A few minutes later, everyone was locked in the pigpen, facing the people in the next pen who looked just like pigs.

The red-nosed man, while dumping a bucket of pig feed, happily muttered to himself, "Eat up, eat plenty. The more you fatten up, the better the taste of your meat will be."

"Too bad there are no piglets. The old pigs have to be picked out too—grind the tough ones up to make dumplings."

The pigs squeezed together, shivering, and the smell of incontinence filled the air.