Collection Building

I held my head in confusion, almost vomiting up my last meal.

Then I walked over to the door of the nearby workshop to look for Screwdriver.

"Hey, sweetie, are you here for me?" 

A deep, creepy male voice suddenly spoke from behind me. 

Then, a large, fishy-smelling hand slid down my right shoulder...

"Ah! It's breaking, it's breaking!"

Yang Lian-Ting screamed, drawing everyone's attention as I twisted his wrist.

"Sorry, Deputy Supervisor Yang, it's a reflex," I said, forcing a smile, suppressing my disgust.

He had tried to touch my chest, but I grabbed his wrist just in time, preventing him from succeeding.

I considered throwing him over my shoulder but restrained myself, fearing retaliation.

Screwdriver, hearing the commotion, turned to look our way.

As soon as he saw Yang Lian-Ting, his expression changed.

Great, another misunderstanding. I seem to be constantly misunderstood.

"What are you doing here? Did you see... anything?"

Yang Lian-Ting asked, dropping his effeminate tone as he looked me up and down.

"I just got here. I didn't see anything."

I blushed, the disgusting scene I had witnessed replaying in my mind.

"Why is your face red? I heard you're still a virgin. Want me to find you some women to play with?"

Yang Lian-Ting's eyes lit up as he spoke lewdly.

"No, thanks. I was wrong to come here. I'll leave now."

With that, I ran away.

"Hahaha!"

Yang Lian-Ting's creepy laughter echoed behind me...

I ran back to Liu Eleven's workshop, bumping into Screwdriver who was looking for me.

"Where were you just now? Grab Bayi and come with me to greet some VIPs downstairs!"

Screwdriver stared at me for a moment before speaking slowly.

"…Okay."

I opened my mouth, unsure how to describe what had just happened.

Then I signaled to Bayi, who immediately shut down his computer and joined me.

"Some important foreign guests are visiting the park. The Supervisor wants us to be there to make a good impression and maintain order. Professor Ace is here too. He wants to see you."

Screwdriver handed us AKs and led us towards the opposite building.

There were many places in the park I hadn't visited, aside from the crocodile pit and the basement where people were tortured. There were areas like the burial zone I hadn't seen.

As we went downstairs, we saw Yang Lian-Ting dressed up, looking quite respectable, coming over.

Along with Liu Eleven and other high-ranking officials, they all wore immaculate clothes and smiled as they walked to the main entrance.

The main road was even covered with a red carpet and lined with beautiful potted flowers.

A red banner hung at the entrance, reading: "Welcome Leaders to Guide Our Work!"

The lackeys stood tall with AKs, forming a guard of honor, including us. Gone were their usual playful attitudes.

Soon, seven or eight luxury cars slowly drove in.

From Bentleys, Bugattis, and Porsches emerged a dozen well-dressed beasts in human clothing.

They were all middle-aged, men and women, Asians and Westerners, each adorned with gold and wearing top brands.

Little did they know that beneath their seemingly noble exteriors lurked hearts filthier than dog excrement.

"Welcome, welcome…"

Liu Eleven stepped forward, extending his hands and even kissing the tall Western man's lips.

"… I also saw Yang Lian-Ting kiss a Japanese woman on the cheek, almost making me vomit.

After the ridiculous welcoming ceremony, Liu Eleven led them to the "Collection Building."

Just hearing the name gave me a bad feeling.

When we entered, the so-called "collections" indeed left me stunned and trembling.

Dozens of naked men and women were chained by their necks in dog cages, waiting to be bought by their owners.

On the shelves along the walls were various jars containing bizarre objects.

Professor Ace, fluent in English, introduced the "collections" to these monsters, occasionally quoting Chinese classics, pretending to be highly cultured.

As for the mad dogs Liu Eleven and Yang Lian-Ting, they stood by, awaiting orders.

You couldn't have these perverts explaining their "masterpieces."

"I want this boy. Make sure he has no missing parts, no bloodstains. He must be delivered intact. My daughter loves fair-skinned boys. Money is no issue. I personally choose two each year to 'send' down…"

An elderly Asian man, using some Asian language, told Professor Ace he had his eye on a young boy in a cage.

"Rest assured, I'll make it happen. He will be euthanized tomorrow without any external injuries."

Professor Ace, also using the same language, quickly reached an agreement.

Another elderly Asian man fancied a girl's long, white hands, wanting to buy her to make a live specimen.

An elderly Western man, who was a mother complex, loved buying beautiful breasts to make human specimens…

"I want this man. Remember to preserve those two eggs and send them to me."

An elderly Western woman pointed to a man in a cage.

… I was stunned; their tastes were unbelievably grotesque.

"Any pandas here?" another Japanese man suddenly asked.

Liu Eleven's eyes lit up, "We have a newcomer with panda blood, and she's pregnant."

It was surprising he spoke Japanese; it suited him.

"Oh? How many months?" the Japanese old man was immediately interested.

"About six months."

"Excellent, I will pay handsomely for the mother and child. You must not sell them to anyone else. I want to bring her back to Japan, use her blood for a tonic, and the live fetus as a medicine ingredient…"

The Japanese old man spoke excitedly, eyes gleaming.

"No problem, guaranteed clean and healthy. They might be twins, which would double the value."

Liu Eleven smiled politely, eager for a chance to interact with these high-status individuals.

"Price is no issue. As long as they are healthy, I will pay several times more."

The Japanese old man adjusted his glasses and went aside with Liu Eleven to discuss the price.

The remaining notable figures bought nails, long legs, reproductive organs, even entire scalps with hair…

All kinds of twisted, worldview-shattering fetishes.

Seeing those lecherous and sinister smiles, I wanted to unleash a burst of gunfire on them.

These beasts in human clothing spent a long time picking before following Liu Eleven to sign agreements, grinning contentedly.

The so-called agreements were just tools for the park to hold leverage over them.

One side indulged in perversions, the other sought profit; neither were decent human beings!