Only suitable for feeding crocodiles

The second race was the "Pig Ride."

The supervisors led their piglets by dog leashes, riding on their backs while the piglets crawled bare-handed over a track covered with broken glass, durian shells, tacks, and razor blades.

The time limit was also 10 minutes.

Seeing the tacks on the ground, I shivered, remembering the steel needles that pierced my fingernails.

"Bastards!" Ba Yi trembled with anger, clenching his fists and cursing.

"What can we do, knowing they're bastards? The Chinese police can't reach here; we have to save ourselves."

I couldn't bear to watch them and instead looked at the arrogant Liu Eleven.

He and the other big bosses sat in the VIP section, drinking foreign wine, smoking cigars, and "enjoying" the competition.

They occasionally whispered among themselves, making comments.

Seeing their disgusting and vicious smiles made me want to rip their skins off and string their guts.

I wished they could experience being piglets, to feel this "pleasure" of being a spectacle.

"Little Bottle, did Liu Eleven beat you?" The annoying Jade Sister squeezed next to me again.

"Can you stay away from me? Just seeing you makes me sick." I snarled, my face dark.

She seemed to have dressed up today, with exquisite makeup and a tight black bodycon skirt, looking both sexy and charming.

Jade Sister leaned in, speaking coyly, "Do I really annoy you that much? We're all in the same boat now..."

"Get lost! I'm not like you!"

I didn't want to deal with her anymore, turned away, and looked at the screwdriver.

"You... I won't argue with you."

Jade Sister stomped her foot and stayed silent behind me.

Ba Yi glanced at us, then fell silent, his face showing a big question mark.

"Ah!"

Several men crawling on the tacks and broken glass had their palms and knees bleeding profusely.

Unable to bear the pain, they knelt on the spot, refusing to move forward.

"Damn it, crawl faster! If I lose this race, I'll beat you to death!"

The supervisors didn't care if they were in pain; they raised their whips and lashed down.

Instantly, they were beaten until their heads were bloody.

"I don't want to crawl anymore, just kill me now! Kill me now! I've had enough! Ahhh!"

One man threw the supervisor off his back, shouting and picking up tacks and durian shells from the ground to attack him.

"Damn it, catch him..."

The sudden resistance from the piglet caught the old man off guard.

"Looking to die! Drag him out and use him as a target!"

Several henchmen rushed over and quickly tied up the crazed piglet...

The humiliated old man cursed and went to the medical room to bandage his wounds.

Unfortunately, he wasn't killed!

I clenched my fists, burning with anger, unaware that my ten fingers were bleeding again.

"Ahhh!"

Screwdriver, enduring the excruciating pain, roared towards the finish line with his head held high.

Seeing their stubborn and helpless figures, I shed tears of sorrow.

Some girls were so scared that they wet themselves, covering their mouths tightly, not daring to cry out loud.

The entire playground was terrifyingly quiet.

Only the laughter of Liu Eleven and his gang was particularly jarring and infuriating.

After finishing the race, the screwdriver collapsed on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"Hurry up and treat your wounds. The next race is about to start."

Seeing him win, his supervisor pretended to be kind and threw a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao on the ground.

"Th-thank you."

Screwdriver thanked him humbly, got up, and gritted his teeth as he pulled out the glass shards and tacks from his hands and knees...

Then, he sprayed Yunnan Baiyao on his bleeding wounds, tore off strips of his blood-stained shorts, and roughly bandaged his injuries to prevent infection.

The third race was a real-life crocodile crossing.

The crocodiles, starved for a day and a night, were now swimming around the water, searching for food.

Anyone who got close would undoubtedly die.

Twenty male piglets stood outside the fence of the crocodile pond.

They had to quickly run through the feeding path and climb up the hill on the other side to win.

The crocodile pond was near the hillside behind the park, with wooden stakes and nets hung around the edge.

If they were lucky enough to get through, they could climb up the net to safety.

"Plop!"

Liu Eleven threw a piece of raw meat into the water, trying to lure the crocodiles out.

Then, the henchmen drove the battered piglets in.

The crocodiles, smelling blood, swam over immediately...

"Ahhh!"

With several horrific screams, three men were dragged into the water by the crocodiles.

The muddy water quickly turned red with blood.

Screwdriver seized the moment to madly dash towards the net, tripping over a companion and falling to the ground.

He almost ended up in the crocodiles' jaws.

Fortunately, the path was concrete, and his survival instinct made him get up quickly and continue towards the finish line.

Watching him climb up the net and get dragged away by the henchmen, I sighed in relief.

After 10 minutes, the race ended.

Out of 20 people, only 7 completed the race.

The other 13 were fed to the crocodiles.

In the water, several large crocodiles were still tearing at the mangled bodies...

There were no words to describe my feelings, only a desire to escape this hellish place quickly.

After winning the race, the screwdriver and others received 10,000 yuan in cash and a box of instant noodles as a reward.

The supervisors naturally received praise and rewards from the big bosses, basking in the "glory."

However, the screwdriver's shameless supervisor took the 10,000 yuan for himself.

He claimed that the bottle of Yunnan Baiyao he gave helped the screwdriver win the race, so it should "honor" him.

Helpless under the supervisor's tyranny, the screwdriver could only watch as his hard-earned money was taken away.

The seven-foot-tall man, holding a box of expired pickled vegetable instant noodles, squatted on the ground and silently cried.

As the crowd dispersed, they limped away, holding their noodles.

No one cared about them; no one would care.

Here, everyone was a piglet struggling to survive, with no one to care about another's life.

Each person was racking their brains, thinking about how to save themselves.

Standing under the scorching sun, looking at the darkness untouched by the sunlight, I felt heartache so intense I couldn't breathe.

"Brother, it's time to go." Ba Yi supported my arm, whispering.

"...I'll go check on him."

I came to my senses and walked towards the crying screwdriver under the tree.

Apart from a few henchmen cleaning up the "battlefield," everyone else had left.

"Brother, I have medicine in my dorm. Come with me to get it."

I squatted down and shook the screwdriver, who was crying with his head buried.

He stopped crying, looked up to see me, and smiled through his tears, "Brother, you're still alive. It's so good to see you."

"Yes, I'm still alive, and so are you.

Come, let's get some medicine from my dorm. This garbage instant noodles are only fit for feeding crocodiles. I have some hometown specialties for you to eat."