"Do not... do not forcibly conscript child soldiers... didn't you hear my words..." Xiao Ying staggered on the road, holding a wine gourd.
"Where did this drunkard come from, get lost!" A soldier shoved the drunken Xiao Ying aside and dragged the crying children toward the barracks.
Xiao Ying's eyes darkened, and the next moment, the soldier was torn apart, blood and flesh splattering everywhere.
"People are so irritable, but this heart is quite beautiful..." Xiao Ying wobbled as he dug out the soldier's heart, pressed it against his face, smearing his face red, then casually tossed the heart away, his fingers trailing blood.
...
Year 30 of the Heavenly Era.
"Ah ah ah—look!"
The street's residents stared up in a daze, seeing a man hanging naked, covered with scars from an antenna pole, with the words written beside him in blood: [This is the consequence of procedural justice's failure!!]
