Chapter 632: The Facade Woman
"We came to the wrong place..."
Loren let out a sigh, while Anna, who had been ready to dig into a big meal, froze in shock, the knife and fork slipping from her hands and clattering to the floor.
The woman before them continued slicing off more meat, lining it up neatly on the iron griddle, as if she felt nothing at all.
The blood stopped flowing shortly after the meat was cut, but the wounds didn't heal. This way, others could admire the injuries while not letting too much blood ruin the taste of the food.
"The rich really do have some twisted hobbies."
This sort of thing wasn't rare, it was quite common in the territory of the God of Pain.
That woman was definitely a Follower of Pain. She couldn't feel pain, and such injuries wouldn't kill her. At most, it was just selling her body.
Besides, this was a case of mutual consent, a willing buyer and a willing seller. It counted as a fair transaction.
The cooked meat was distributed by the woman to the customers gathered around the griddle. Loren and his group each received a small piece as well.