Chapter 424 The Piglets

Aside from the cruel methods in the iron cage area,

in another corner of the factory building, an even more heart-wrenching scene was unfolding.

The ground was covered in grime and unidentified sewage.

A young man curled up in this filth, his body covered in mud and blood.

He had been lured here a while ago by a fake high-paying advertisement.

Back then, the agent said that by working as customer service here for a few months, he could earn enough money to buy a house back home.

Believing it to be true, the man came along with his girlfriend.

As it turned out, the moment he stepped onto this land, he was reduced to a "piglet" to be exploited.

At this moment, he was undergoing inhumane torture.

Standing around him were three thugs wearing dirty tactical vests.

These local armed personnel held crude wooden sticks and thick leather belts with rusty iron buckles.

They didn't hold back at all.

The belts whipped heavily against the young man's body, producing bone-chilling thuds.

Blood flowed continuously down from his forehead, matting his eyes and blurring his vision.

He could only try his best to hunch over, shielding his head tightly with his arms.

With every strike, his body would twitch uncontrollably.

The short-sleeved shirt on his body had long been beaten into rags, and his back was covered in crisscrossing bloody welts.

While beating him, the thugs cursed in an unintelligible local dialect.

They were venting their emotions and also establishing their authority over the other victims in the factory.

...

Less than three meters away from the man,

his girlfriend sat slumped on the ground, watching her boyfriend's horrific state.

Tears fell like beads from a broken string.

This wasn't even the most despairing part.

Two other guards with fleshy faces standing beside the woman were sizing her up with malicious gazes.

The two exchanged a few words in their dialect.

Then, a lecherous grin that made one's skin crawl appeared on their faces.

One of the guards with long hair stepped forward.

He reached out with a rough, large hand and grabbed the woman's arm.

His strength was immense, lifting her off the ground like a chick.

He turned and walked toward a dark passage on the side of the factory, intending to drag her away by force.

The woman immediately realized what these people were planning to do.

She knew full well what happened to the women who were taken away alone.

What awaited her was being surrounded by these inhuman beasts and subjected to unspeakable torment.

In this lawless place, the consequences of being repeatedly violated were self-evident.

'No.'

'I can't let them take me away.' This thought surfaced in her mind.

Immense fear instantly overwhelmed her reason.

She threw her weight backward desperately, her feet kicking wildly on the sewage-covered ground.

Her shoes were kicked off, and her toes scraped bloody marks on the concrete floor.

She struggled with all her might, crying and screaming.

Her hands scratched frantically at the long-haired guard's arm, trying to break free from his grip.

Tears mixed with the dirty water from the ground covered her cheeks.

She cursed at the group with a hoarse, desperate voice.

"Beasts!"

"Let me go, you beasts!"

But her strength was far too insignificant before these adult thugs.

The man simply gave an impatient tug.

The woman was pulled forward several stumbling steps by the massive force, dragged directly toward the passage.

...

The sounds of crying and screaming, along with that despair-filled curse,

traversed the noisy factory and reached the ears of the man lying in a pool of blood.

Hearing his girlfriend's cries,

the man struggled to open his swollen eyelids.

Through the layer of blood matting his eyes, he vaguely saw his girlfriend being forcibly dragged away.

At that moment,

he knew what kind of treatment his girlfriend would face once she was taken away.

Here, a fate worse than death was even more cruel than losing one's life.

The last bit of cowardice and fear of pain in his heart was completely incinerated by a raging fire of fury.

His eyes instantly became bloodshot, filled with red veins.

Gritting his teeth, he didn't know where the strength came from.

He pushed off the muddy ground with his hands and forced himself up amidst the barrage of sticks.

Even though his back took another heavy lash from a belt, he didn't fall again.

The man turned around, staring at the violent guards with blood-red eyes.

Ignoring the sharp pain in his body,

he shouted curses.

"Bastards, you bastards!"

While cursing, he lunged unsteadily toward the guard holding his girlfriend.

"If you have the guts, come at me! Don't touch my girlfriend!"

However, reality was incredibly cruel.

Just as he had lunged forward two steps,

a guard nearby holding a wooden stick kicked him directly in the stomach.

The massive impact sent him crashing back into the sewage pit.

The man could only watch helplessly as his girlfriend got closer and closer to that passage.

He was speechless, filled only with endless desolation.

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The other Piglets in the factory listened to the commotion; most of them kept their heads down, their eyes numb.

Some were trembling slightly, not daring to spare a single glance in this direction.

And at a certain spot in the factory,

sat a burly man.

He wore an old, yellowed vest, revealing two thick arms.

The muscle lines on his arms were very distinct.

This man turned out to be a professional Boxer who had competed back in China.

He had been making a decent living through boxing.

But his daughter suddenly fell seriously ill and needed an expensive surgery.

Driven to a corner,

he believed a fellow villager's recommendation that he could make big money as a private bodyguard here.

To earn the money to save his daughter's life, he was lured into this Scam Park.

With his boxing-trained physique, if it were a one-on-one fight, these guards would be no match for him.

But the other side had guns.

He kept telling himself to endure; as long as he stayed alive, he would eventually find an opportunity to escape.

But.

Listening to the young man shouting to protect his girlfriend,

watching the girl's desperate crying and screaming,

the Boxer sat on a plastic stool, feeling a fire suppressed in his chest.

This fire burned hotter and hotter, making his breathing labored.

He turned his head

and looked at the young man who was spitting blood in the muddy water but still trying desperately to save his girlfriend.

Many images flashed through his mind.

He thought about how despairing it would be if his own family encountered such a thing and others remained indifferent.

'Have I practiced boxing for so many years just to be a coward at a time like this?'

'These people don't see us as human beings at all.'

'Today they dare to drag that girl inside in front of everyone.'

'Tomorrow they'll dare to find any excuse to drag us out and bury us alive.' This thought emerged in his mind.

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Backing down wouldn't yield a way to survive.

Having realized this,

the Boxer's bloody nature, which had been suppressed for his daughter's sake, was completely ignited.

He clenched his fists.

In the next moment,

he stood up abruptly.

His tall frame stood out prominently among the group of hunched victims.

The Boxer ignored the surprised looks of the guards.

He turned around

and faced the crowd of Piglets who were too oppressed to raise their heads.

Using all the strength from his core, he spoke loudly to the others who had been lured here.

His voice echoed in the cavernous factory, drowning out all other noise.

"If you're a man, stand up for me!"

He pointed at the young man beaten to the ground and the girl being forcibly dragged.

"Are we just going to watch these people bully us like this?"

"They have weapons, but how many of them are there?"

The Boxer waved his thick arms, his eyes filled with the light of unyielding defiance.

"With so many of us here, are we really willing to be tortured to death by them like this?"

"Fight them!"

...

These deafening calls to action

caused the air in the entire large factory to fall silent for a moment.

At first,

habitual fear still lingered on everyone's faces.

But soon,

the resentment accumulated from long-term oppression was thoroughly awakened by these words.

A clear struggle flashed in their eyes.

Then, this struggle was replaced by soaring rage.

Finally, a young man sitting in the front row stood up, gritting his teeth.

"This big brother is right! Let's fight these beasts!"

One after another,

the victims who had been lured here pushed back their chairs

and stood up.

Some grabbed keyboards from the tables, while others picked up tin stools by their feet.

"Yes, fight them!"

"Beat these bastards to death!"

The chorus of agreement grew louder and louder.

Not far away,

the man who had been beaten bloody

lay in the muddy water, staring blankly at the scene.

Looking at his compatriots standing up, he felt as if he had seen the dawn.

As long as everyone united, they would surely be able to save his girlfriend.