The guy crouching in the corner really had been eating the whole time. Su Ming had heard him making noodle-slurping noises from far away.
But after circling around the fortress of cardboard boxes, they could see more clearly. The muscular man in a yellow bodysuit was sprawled over a homeless man whose eyes were still wide open, digging around in his belly for "good stuff" to eat.
There was a huge pool of blood on the ground. The homeless man's skull had been completely crushed, and his brain was nowhere to be seen. It had obviously already been eaten.
Leaving a whole body of bones untouched and choosing the internal organs next was rather beast-like.
Many predators on the African savanna ate the organs first after a kill, because warm blood was rich in nutrients, while the liver and heart could replenish trace elements as well. It was much like goats licking rocks to obtain salt.
Hearing Deathstroke's words, the man chewing on the dead man's large intestine turned his head.
Under the moonlight, he revealed a rotten, cruel smile. Blood, flesh, and brain matter filled the gaps between his teeth. He was Black, but his features had already decayed, exposing his gums. That smile looked more like an aftereffect of muscle atrophy.
It had to be said that he dressed rather retro. He wore a yellow bodysuit and a green headband. Though he looked a little like some sort of vigilante or villain, he looked even more like one of those muscular men who did aerobics on old morning TV shows.
"Fresh brains! Don't go! Let me taste your brains!"
Seeing the two of them, the muscular man absorbed in large intestine sashimi immediately brightened up. Compared to organs, he clearly preferred other people's brains. He probably believed in