Infinite: Dawn Game

The staff member holding the whip angrily lashed the floor tiles in front of him, shouting:

"I knew it! People like you, trying to gain sympathy with your looks! You're just sluts who think about seducing people all day long!"

Chen Yi: "..."

Yu Shijiu: "..."

The other players around: "..."

Seriously, is this NPC out of his mind?

Especially the player who had just been slapped and kicked, he grimaced as he stared at the staff member's back and spat angrily.

If you're going to fight, just fight! What are you standing there doing, shoving the ground?! Get your hands dirty and fight! Why are you showing favoritism?!

No one knew the player's resentment. Just as the staff member holding the whip was becoming increasingly angry as he muttered to himself, the staff member holding the empty syringe came over and patted his shoulder.

"Alright, alright, the goods in this iron cage aren't something you can fight. His good skin and handsome face... we can't afford to touch even a tiny bit of him..."

The player holding the whip spat, "So what if I can earn a little more money? It's so annoying."

"That's enough."

The staff member holding the syringe casually responded and bent down to look at the handsome young man staring at them with wide eyes from inside the iron cage.

"Little brother," the staff member holding the syringe said with a smile, "you have to be good, so you'll suffer less."

Yu Shijiu, inside the iron cage, released his grip, wiped away the tears that flowed from the corners of his eyes due to the pain, and licked his dry, bleeding lips.

"Where is this, brother?"

Yu Shijiu glanced discreetly at the syringe in the staff member's hand and said with a smile:

"I remember I was just strolling around shopping on the street?"

The staff member holding the syringe: "..."

The staff member holding the whip sneered, "You were sold here. Think about your 'good' days to come!"

Yu Shijiu blinked. "A good day? A good day where we can order our own food?"

Two staff members: "..."

The players secretly watching from the sidelines: "..."

Chen Yi could even see a hint of shock on the backs of the two staff members.

A few seconds later, the staff member with the syringe stood up straight and nodded slightly to the staff member with the whip. "Alright, he must be mentally unstable."

"When the time comes, ask the manager if there are any customers who like goods with mental problems. If so, keep them for later."

The staff member holding the whip nodded slightly. "Okay, I'll go ask about it later—"

"here we go!"

Suddenly, a shout came from the operating table not far away, accompanied by a series of small footsteps. A woman in a nurse's uniform walked over and pointed to several players who were with Chen Yi.

"Let's do it one at a time. Are the larger animals, like dogs and monkeys, ready?"

The staff member holding the syringes turned around and bowed his head. "They're ready. Shall we bring them in now?"

"Hmm." The nurse nodded indifferently. "The doctor needs it. Be quick when you peel off the skin. The doctor said he has to sew it on at the same time as peeling off the skin so that it will fit better and look more natural."

"Ok."

The two staff members nodded immediately. "We'll go and bring the animals in right now."

"Oh, right," the nurse said, as if remembering something, seeing the two were about to leave.

"Remember to wake up all the high-end goods in the iron cage before skinning them," the nurse said with a smile, her eyes crinkling above her mask.

"The manager said that this would make them more obedient."

"..."

These words sent chills down the spines of all the players around them.

Kill the chicken to scare the monkey.

Those pets, and those people referred to as inferior goods, are the "chickens" they use to make an example of.

"We know all the necessary processes."

The staff member holding the syringe chuckled, "Don't worry, we've done this hundreds and thousands of times. We definitely won't forget."

The nurse nodded knowingly, then turned and walked towards the operating table.

The staff member holding the syringe turned around and said, "I'll go get the animals. You go and choose a shipment to send to the doctors."

"it is good."

The staff member with the whip nodded, tossed the whip onto a table, and walked toward the "living pigs" who were now possessed by the players.

The players watched as the blurry-faced staff approached them: "..."

They knew they wouldn't die, but the pain of being cut by a knife, the bloodshed of animals and their own kind being tortured and killed in front of them... these were things no normal person could accept.

"Oh, right," the staff member who had already reached the door turned back and reminded them:

"Some of their wounds were bandaged rather roughly, and to prevent them from dying during the suturing procedure, it would be best to give them anesthesia and antibiotics."

"I know, I know."

The staff member who had already selected the "goods" waved his hand impatiently, saying, "We won't let them die. Go get your animals."

The door was opened.

The chosen player... watched in shock as the staff member who had just slapped him rubbed his head in annoyance, then picked up a syringe from the mess of syringes on the table.

"It's just you."

After the player had his hair pulled and was given an antibiotic injection in his neck, he felt terrible.

"Why is it me again? Can't we make a deal? Can't we ask someone else to do it—"

Snapped!

The staff member slapped him across the face and said coldly:

"Stop whining and wasting time! Do you want to die?!"

The player who got slapped again: "..."

He was dragged by the hair, utterly despondent, onto the operating table, the blood-stained gauze from his severed limbs being ripped off by the doctors and nurses—

The player felt a chill, a rare occurrence.

It's so cold...

The player couldn't help but look down, and when his gaze fell upon his gruesome, bloody severed limbs, his entire brain tensed, his blood rushed back, and he instantly fainted.

"doctor……"

The nurse looked at the unconscious "goods" and hesitated:

Should we wake him up?

"Need not."

The doctor coldly accepted the scalpel handed to him by the nurse, saying, "The anesthetic dosage isn't high; he'll wake up."

The crudely made "operating room" was small, and everyone who heard the doctor's casual remark felt a chill run down their spines.

Yu Shijiu, still lying in the iron cage unable to straighten up, remained on the ground. After briefly exchanging glances with Chen Yi, he lazily yawned, rolled over, and lay down in the iron cage, looking towards the operating table.

Beside the operating table, the unfortunate player's shirt had been pulled open. The doctor's gloved hand caressed the player's chest a few times before he picked up the scalpel and began to make the incision—

"Ahhhhh!!!"

As the horrific screams erupted from the operating table, the door was pushed open.

Everyone instinctively turned around.