32 The True Face of Sinner's Island

As a cargo ship carrying a group of refugees slowly approached and docked at a small island, the cargo hold was opened, and several armed men stood outside, shouting into the cargo bay, "Get the hell out, hurry up, don't dawdle."

The crowd disembarked one after another, coming ashore and couldn't help but look around. They saw that the small island was surrounded by a high earthen wall, with watchtowers standing tall on it, and searchlights sweeping across from time to time, making the whole island resemble a mud and stone giant beast crawling on the water's surface.

Then, led by the armed men, the people passed through the city wall's gates and arrived at a square. Several bright lights were turned on, enveloping the refugees. A man dressed in prison guard attire stood on a high platform, loudly ordering through a megaphone, "Now, follow my command, men and women separate into two lines, men on the left, women on the right."

The crowd stirred, but no one complied. The man with glasses, who had previously encouraged the people in the cabin to boldly voice their opinions, stood out, raising his hand high and shouting towards the platform, "Comrade, could you please tell us what kind of treatment we can expect? We've come all this way to join you, it wouldn't be right to disappoint us. Moreover, we haven't decided to stay yet, we're not your employees or subordinates, you have no right to order us around. Let's bring out some sincerity and have a proper discussion."

The man with glasses spoke powerfully, eliciting agreement from the crowd. "Yes, show some sincerity." "Exactly, with so many of us here, all kinds of talents among us, if you want us to stay and contribute, you need to offer corresponding treatment." "Show some sincerity, or I'll turn around and leave. Whoever wants to stay can stay." "Me too."

Hearing this, the prison guards couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Hahaha... this is killing me, did you hear that? They want us to show some sincerity, haha." "Pigs actually asking for treatment? Am I hearing things, hahaha..."

The man on the platform also revealed a smile and waved his hand casually. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and the leading man with glasses became a corpse, blood splattering everywhere.

"Ah, murder!"

The crowd erupted into chaos, with many refugees turning to run in fear, only to find the gates had already been locked.

A few prison guards lifted their machine guns and began firing into the crowd, immediately causing loud gunfire and continuous screams.

In the blink of an eye, a dozen refugees were shot and fell to the ground, lifeless.

After a moment, the gunfire stopped.

The man on the platform once again commanded coldly, "You have three minutes to separate into two lines, men and women. I don't think I need to spell out what happens if you don't."

This time, the refugees complied quickly, separating into lines within less than a minute.

Looking around at the armed prison guards, everyone was terrified, with the more faint-hearted trembling so much they could barely stand.

"Alright, pick the ones you like to take back, the rest will be locked up for now."

Following the command from the man on the platform, the prison guards rushed into the line of women, grabbing any woman they liked by the hair and dragging her away.

"What are you doing, let go of my wife!"

"Stop, don't touch my girlfriend!"

Bang, bang... "Ugh..."

"Ah..."

Those who attempted to resist were shot dead. Neither wives nor girlfriends could be saved, and their own lives were lost in the process.

Some guards didn't choose women but instead picked men...

"Sharp swords, sharp eyes..."

"Come on, come back with me, let's have a showdown."

Noah felt a chill watching this.

Fortunately, to avoid drawing too much attention earlier, he had smeared his face with mud to conceal his looks, otherwise, his dignity would be in jeopardy...

After about ten minutes, the guards finished selecting women and took the remaining people away, locking them up in a prison cell.

The prison was divided into three levels: top, middle, and bottom, with hundreds of rooms. Each room was less than 20 square meters but held more than a dozen people. Besides those who had just been locked up, many cells were filled with people, with at least seven to eight hundred individuals imprisoned here.

Noah was locked in one of these cells.

"Damn, these beasts worse than pigs and dogs, they all deserve to go to hell!" one of them angrily punched the iron bars, his eyes filled with rage and unwillingness.

They had thought that coming to the Golden Dragon Reservoir would lead to better days, but who could have anticipated falling into a dragon's den, where every person was a murderer, unblinking in the face of death.

"Were you guys tricked here by the flyers too?" a fat man who had already been imprisoned there asked with a sneer. "There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. We've all been deceived."

"Did you get tricked into coming here too? How long have you been here?"

"Not long, just two days before you. I'd say save your energy. Try to appear spirited, otherwise..." The fat man chuckled, "you'll become the meat soup everyone drinks tomorrow morning."

"What... what do you mean?"

Leaning against the wall and scratching his belly, the fat man smirked wickedly: "Heh, what else could it mean? Do you know what they call us?"

"Meat pigs! Pigs to be bled and eaten!"

"They keep the heart and liver to accompany their drinks, stew the intestines and fat in a pot and then bring it back to feed the prisoners. Either you obediently eat human flesh, or you get dragged out to be slaughtered and turned into soup."

"People used to call me a dead fat pig, and now I've really become a meat pig, hahaha...."

Hearing the fat man's words, everyone was chilled to the bone, with some even fainting from fear.

There was no bread or milk here, and it was far from safe.

He lured those with vain hopes to willingly come here to become fodder and blood food.

This is 'Sinner's Island', a cannibalistic den built upon lies.