Inside the abandoned factory, blood dripped from the ends of his hair. A crew-cut teenager was hanging upside down from the steel beams of the factory, surrounded by dusty steel machinery.
Bang, bang...
A few muffled thuds sounded, as a burly man with a bare chest punched the crew-cut teenager's back, as if he were punching a sandbag. The teenager's back was covered with densely packed fist marks, and his bones were already twisted and deformed.
"Strength... not enough. Are you... just scratching my itch?"
The crew-cut teenager was clearly on the brink of death, yet he was still mocking the burly man.
"Truly a hard bone to crack."
The bare-chested man removed the blood-dripping finger tiger, and wiped the blood off on a skinny man next to him.
"You damn..."
The skinny man glared angrily, while the burly man shrugged and smiled cheekily.
"Dispose of him; I really miss those people from the Apocalypse in the War World."
