Chapter 473: Table Full Of Cannibals (2/2)

”Stay away from me!” snapped Mr. Huang. “We’re not friends anymore.”

He was filled with disgust for their repugnant behavior and his own, agonizing over an indescribable inner torment. Excusing himself to the restroom, he dug his fingers down his throat and threw up everything he had eaten, even bile. Only then could he live with himself.

Mr. Huang decided to leave at once and report their actions to the authorities upon returning.

When he looked up, he noticed a camera in the corner, and his heart sank within him like a plummet of lead. The organizers had long expected newcomers to resist by vomiting their food. As soon as he left the restroom, there were several waiters coming for him.

Squeezing through the crowd, he desperately fled, causing chaos and panic among the guests. Perhaps wracked with guilt, Mr. Mu deliberately overturned a table, blocking the waiter and buying Mr. Huang a few seconds so he could escape.

With his heart in his mouth, Mr. Huang fled down a corridor where two guards were chatting at the end. Mr. Huang clutched at his chest, feigning a heart attack without so much as batting an eyelid. ”Help me! I’m having a heart attack. If I die here, there’ll be a lawsuit waiting for all of you!”

When asked if he had any medicine with him, Mr. Huang pointed behind him and said, ”Get my assistant. He’s wearing a white suit.”

One of the guards immediately left while the other stayed behind to take care of him. Right then, a command rang from the guard's headphones, “Area C! I repeat Area C! There’s an old man trying to escape. Stop him!”

Gritting his teeth, Mr. Huang slammed his walking stick into his guard's face, breaking his nose. With a painful scream, the man collapsed, giving Mr. Huang an opportunity to knock him out with his walking stick.

Despite successfully making it out, Mr. Huang was dismayed to find himself at the foot of a mountain. It was already late at night and pitch dark but he had to escape before the others caught up.

He tore through the wilderness, chased by the sound of running engines. Lying down in the grass, he waited for the car to pass, heart pounding against his chest.

After slipping through those guards, Mr. Huang chanced upon a young man in the outskirts of the city–Two Scar.

Although Two Scar ripped him off, he also saved his life which was why Mr. Huang refused to file charges against him.

At the end of Mr. Huang’s story, I had to admit my admiration for his wit and bravery. As the saying goes, like father, like daughter. Xiaotao had inherited her father's extraordinary courage, but instead of exercising it in the marketplace, she used it to uphold justice.

As he recalled last night's events, Mr. Huang was dominated by a profound sadness. Wrapping his hands around his face, he said, ”The scariest thing about all of this is the fact that I found human flesh delicious! Am I a perverted savage as well?”

“Mr. Huang, it’s not your fault,” I sighed.

I proceeded to explain about the poisoned wine. It only took Xiaotao and me one glass for the effects to appear. On the other hand, Mr. Huang had been poisoned for six months.

“Lao Mu, Lao Mu! That bastard! I must have been blind to call him my friend!” exclaimed Mr. Huang.

Having unraveled the inner torment, Mr. Huang grabbed both our hands and urged, ”Xiaotao, Xiao Song, these people are cannibalistic demons. They must be stopped!”