Chapter 471 Little Boy

　　WARNINGthis chapter is somewhat graphic and contains upsetting content/topics; read at your own risk.

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　　In the beginning, the pitiful kids were still able to scream and howl in pain. But as time went on, all their blood had flowed out and their faces were pale, they were no longer able to speak and in the midst of all the pain, they lost their lives.

　　But even at this state, those uncivilized brutes still didn't let them off.

　　While their corpses were still warm, those uncivilized brutes cut off pieces of their flesh, in practiced motions, and threw them into another basin. If there was still a few drops of blood, they would carefully let it drip into the blood filled basin before throwing the flesh into the second one.

　　The entire process seemed extremely practiced, it almost felt as if they were machinery. It looked like an a.s.sembly line at a factory and felt like they had done this a hundred thousand times before.

　　When all of the children had been taken care of, those uncivilized brutes let out a few devilish laughs. They then turned around to walk toward the cages full of children.

　　The children all moved backward in their cages, pus.h.i.+ng themselves against the back of the cage walls in an attempt to hide themselves. They let out mournful shrieks, trying to evade this miserable destiny.

　　But when those brutes heard the children's screams, it seemed to add to their happiness. One of the brutes grabbed onto a five or six year old little girl and held her up. Holding onto her legs, he held her completely upside down while examining her. As he did so, he burst into giddy laughter, "Look at this little girl's tender flesh. When all her blood has dripped out and we've finished skinning her, let's roast her meat and eat it. It must be the world's finest delicacy."