The next room housed a fighting ring. Spectators cheered as two people battled in the center, blood staining the canvas. Tang Fei and her companions moved along the perimeter, staying in the shadows, unnoticed in the chaos of the crowd's bloodlust.
Another door.... Another room... The same depravity.
The guards posted outside tried to block her path but Tang Fei's knife sang through the air, one strike, one kill. Their bodies hit the ground before they could even cry out.
Inside, she found children. Boys and girls bound with rope, huddled together in terror. They were young, too young. Fresh victims, newly captured, waiting to be broken and sold to the highest bidder.
"Twilight, take care of them. Make sure they're escorted out of this place safely." Tang Fei's voice was hollow now, drained of all emotion. How could such grown men be this cruel?
She moved on.
