Devishpur's Central City, northwest Popu Valley.
This was where people at the bottom of society gathered. No Central City was without a slum like it.
By day, the place could barely maintain some semblance of order. But once night fell, chaos, bloodshed, and violence filled every corner.
Popu Valley had eight exits. After six o'clock, security personnel from the surrounding districts immediately sealed the area off with barricades and raised drawbridges. Beyond them, crisscrossing searchlights swept past, as though the city wanted to cut this filth away from its own glittering face.
That was why the place had earned the vivid nickname "the Octagon."
Assistant Kou had traveled far and wide with Huo Zhuifeng and thought he had seen plenty. But since arriving in Chi Luojia Duo, his experiences had kept overturning everything he thought he knew.
On his very first day there, he saw the local gangs publicly dispose of several Fighters.
After the Fighters were nailed to wall panels, a bell rang, and the onlookers below surged forward, scrambling over one another to carve at their bodies with all manner of blades.
The Fighters let out piercing screams. Their flesh mingled with other people's blood, and piece by piece, the crowd ate it.
He saw a mother hurriedly stuff a bloody piece of Mutated Tissue into her child's mouth. She nearly choked the child to death.
These people were so frenzied because they believed Fighters' bodies were filled with divine power, and that eating their flesh would let them take that power for themselves.
He still remembered how the Chi Luojia Duo people had looked at him afterward, blood dripping from the corners of their mouths and the same greedy hunger in their eyes. Even he had felt his hair stand on end.
Two days earlier, he had