Brown Skin City was indeed in a bad situation. Hope City's Players had arrived suddenly, and they liked to use underhanded tricks. Under cover of night, they had abducted many children as hostages. Neither the Players nor the ordinary people of Brown Skin City dared make a move. In the end, when Hope City's Players threatened to kill one child every ten minutes, some Players had no choice but to surrender.
The Players of Brown Skin City knew that even if they gave their lives, Hope City's Players might not spare the rest of the city. Everyone knew what Hope City was like, but with their hands tied, they could only choose to sacrifice some of their own.
However, Hope City's people didn't kill the Players who had willingly come forward. First, they gouged out their eyes, then broke both their hands.
Because of the unusual state of Brown Skin City's people, Hope City's people had no intention of making them into food. To provoke the Players of Brown Skin City and indulge their own sadistic desires, they hung all the captives in front of an abandoned building. As if it were a game, they scraped off the brown, hardened skin that had grown attached to their flesh, savoring their anguished screams and the blood that streamed down their bodies.
The sight nearly made the Players of Brown Skin City, watching from afar, bite through their teeth.
"Those animals! They're not even human!" One Player immediately wanted to charge out and die alongside Hope City's Players. "Even if I die, I'm taking a few of them with me. One for one is a fair trade; two and I'm ahead!"
Someone stopped him. "Look at how many Players Hope City has! There were at least thirty earlier. Our people went to