Luo Yirui curled up in the corner, the car body constantly bumping. He had no idea where they were headed or what would happen; all around was pitch black, but he could hear the cries of other children. Their sobbing was subdued, because loud crying would lead to being hit or scolded.
This was probably a minivan, with no seats at all. The children, including him, were dumped inside, their hands tied behind their backs. After about two hours of driving, the tape on their mouths was finally removed, and they were given a bit of water.
Other than being hit and scolded for crying, those people didn't pay attention to them at other times, instead enjoying good food and drink. Despite his young age, Luo Yirui understood that if you want to eat pork, you must first fatten the pig.
Are they the pigs now?
"They keep crying, so annoying."
Luo Yirui was deep in thought, then he heard a voice next to him, carrying a hint of irritation, yet it was still free of sobs.
