The cart wheels creaked as they turned, the axles filled with black-red sludge, rotating round and round like minced meat in a blender.
In the next second, it jammed and stopped.
Lou Rui angrily kicked the stalled wheel, and his boot was instantly covered in wet, shredded meat remnants.
He irritably tugged at his collar, then spat fiercely in the direction of the cart, cursing:
"Those bastards in Death Row make a mess and just drop it on us to handle, fuck their mothers."
Lou Rui's face was rugged, simmering with years of accumulated anger and discontent beneath his coarse skin.
His thick and unruly eyebrows were like two untrimmed bushes, his eyes deeply sunken as if they were ready to burst into flames, giving him an overall appearance of a hot-tempered brute.
He cursed fiercely a few more times, and seeing the cart still wouldn't move, his face turned even darker as he kicked it several more times.
