Li Feng saw the room, stained with blood as if entirely, with bloodstains all over the floor, and the light hanging above emitting an eerie red glow.
In the middle of the room was an operating table, surrounded by several people wearing raincoats and masks, dissecting the person lying on the bed.
There were no protective measures in place at all; this was merely a crude workshop for harvesting human organs.
This was a slaughterhouse for humans!
Li Feng knew that the person was certainly already dead. Entering now would serve no purpose, so he suppressed the anger in his heart, did not startle the snake in the grass, but rather headed towards another room.
This room was quite spacious, with an iron crossbeam on the ceiling wrapped with dozens of iron chains, and at the end of each chain hung a woman.
All thirty-something women were naked, bound by the chains, allowing them only to move within a small circled area.
