"Wh-who's there?"
Hearing the voice, Yu Xiaogang weakly turned his head to look.
Several men walked in from the mouth of the alley. The voice had come from them.
Their leader had a scarred face, a vicious scar stretching across his left cheek from the corner of his eye to his mouth, making him look ferocious.
Beside him was a flamboyantly dressed man in a garish shirt, with powder on his face. He minced as he walked, a thoroughly nauseating sight.
There were three other men as well: one bald, one bucktoothed, and one potbellied.
"Who are you?"
Yu Xiaogang swallowed, a bad feeling rising in his heart.
"Stay away!"
"Heh heh..."
The scar-faced man gave a sleazy grin and led the way over. He crouched, reached out to pinch Yu Xiaogang's chin, and lifted his face.
"Look at you, so frail a gust of wind could knock you over. Truly mouthwatering."
Although Yu Xiaogang had grown thin beyond recognition, the underlying structure of his features remained. His pale skin, together with his trademark crew cut and little mustache, suited these men's tastes perfectly.
"Don't... don't touch me..."
Yu Xiaogang shuddered all over. He tried to pull free of the scar-faced man's hand but lacked the strength.
The flamboyant man leaned closer, bending at the waist, and ran a finger over Yu Xiaogang's face.
"Oh my~ Your skin's quite nice."
Hearing that voice, neither masculine nor feminine, Yu Xiaogang felt sick enough to vomit.
Seeing his reaction, the flamboyant man covered his mouth and laughed.
"Boys, I really do like this one. Let me have him, won't you?"
"Bullshit!"
At that, the scar-faced man shoved the flamboyant man aside. "I found him first, so of course he's mine!"
"Scarface Brother, if you're eating the meat, you should at least leave