Yue Qingqing's gaze fell on a computer in the corner of the room.
On the screen was a series of auction prices.
People here were like livestock waiting to be slaughtered.
The executioners behind the screen played to the crowd, waving money, bidding, and ordering the surgeons to cut these parts bit by bit and transport them in specially designed ice boxes.
Yue Qingqing looked at Quentin like she was looking at a demon.
Quentin took pride instead of shame.
"Look how good your price is, maybe this time it will set a record." He threatened Yue Qingqing, "Lie down obediently, don't let yourself suffer more."
Yue Qingqing took a deep look at the surgeon gripping the scalpel, and finally sat on the surgical table.
Quentin tied Yue Qingqing's hands to the protruding handles on either side.
"Be good, and you'll suffer less. At least I can make him give you anesthesia, just think of it as sleeping."
It's just a sleep from which one can never wake.
