Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Misfortune always followed, and fate never took pity on a person who had done so much evil.
When Keith realized that all of this was a trap, he was already heavily in debt and was even forced to become addicted to drugs. Whenever the addiction kicked in, the itch and pain that penetrated to the marrow of his bones made him regret it, but it also made his desire for revenge even more intense.
Why? Why was he the only one who had to suffer such humiliation?! Why could they live well?!! Why?!
“Hey, number eight.” The narrow room was opened from the outside. A fierce-looking man in black held an electric baton and shouted at him, “Come out quickly, damn it, bad luck.”
Keith saw the muscles on his body twitching involuntarily. The pain of being beaten by the electric baton was still clearly engraved in his mind. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He asked with a trembling voice, “I… What did I do wrong…”
“Don’t talk so much nonsense. Hurry up and follow me, money-losing goods.” The man in black pretended to raise the stun baton high up in the air, wanting to hit him. He watched with satisfaction as Keith obediently followed him with his tail between his legs.
He spat out a mouthful of saliva. The scars on his face curled up ferociously as he said with a coarse laugh, “What celebrity? isn’t he just a smelly whore? When he wasn’t using drugs, he was as lowly as anything else.”
Keith’s legs trembled as he slowly moved forward. He heard these words that were close to humiliation, but he did not dare to refute them. Ever since he was knocked out and brought here, he had already experienced what it was like to be in Hell on Earth, no one here would care about the law. As long as they were unhappy, they could be beaten to death and thrown into the dog cage as food at any time.
He was brought to a room that looked very much like an interrogation room. The walls were made of iron, and it was airtight. There was only a small lamp hanging on the ceiling, flickering with light.
“Kneel down.” The man in black mercilessly kicked Keith’s knees, making him fall on both knees on the floor.
The burning pain slowly spread from his knees to all parts of his body. Bean-sized sweat dripped down from his forehead. Keith covered his knees and groaned in pain.
“Tap, tap, tap.” From Keith’s point of view, he could only see a pair of shiny black leather boots. The person who came in was using a language that he did not understand to communicate with the man in black behind him. A bad premonition gradually spread in his heart.
“You…What do you want to do?” Keith curled up on the ground and begged bitterly, “I can still afford it. I used to be a star. As long as you let me make a comeback, I can give you any amount of money. Let me go…”
The two men who were standing could not be bothered with such people. They had seen many people who were arrogant at the end of the day. However, this was also a part of their industry chain.
“Send him away. Send him to Coghill,” the man in the trench coat said to him in Burmese. “Just break his legs and throw him at the door. The higher-ups have told us that we can’t let him die, we must treat him well and send him directly to the camp.”
“Yes!”
Keith watched in despair as the man in black easily threw him into the iron cage like a chicken. The cold railing instantly reminded him of his memories — all his pain started when he woke up from the cage, he came to this place where his screams were ignored every day. He was beaten, injected with drugs, and lived like a dirty animal.
“Where are you taking me?” He knocked on the cage desperately. He no longer thought about the pain brought by the electric baton. What made him even more afraid was the suffocation and fear brought by the unknown.
“How annoying. Did you bring any anesthetic?” The man in black asked him in Burmese.
“No, but wouldn’t it be quieter if you just shot him in the leg? It’s going to break anyway. A bug like him won’t die so easily.”
“That’s true. At most, we can tie him up.”
The man in black took out a pistol from his waist and loaded it. Under Keith’s terrified gaze, he smiled at him darkly. “Bang!”
“Ah!!!!” Keith could not help but scream out loud from the pain of having his calf pierced by a bullet. He looked at his own blood rushing out like a fountain. His eyes rolled and he fainted.
“It’s quiet now. Let’s go find a piece of cloth to wrap it up for him later.”
“Why don’t we just tear off his clothes? He won’t need to wear clothes anymore.”
The two of them looked at each other and revealed a knowing smile.