The five of them all bled from their seven orifices.
It seemed that before being hanged, they had all been tortured.
Han Dong looked over at Little Huowa, and saw that both of Little Huowa's hands were covered in blood, his fingernails all ripped out, the bones in his fingers clearly visible, his head slumped as he hung from the city tower, his small body swaying gently in the wind, rocking back and forth.
"Hello, Commander Han."
"Don't call me Commander Han, call me Aunt."
"Auntie, when I grow up I want to be a Taro too."
"Why is that?"
"My dad says Taro gets to drink wine every day."
"Then don't be a Taro, be a Captain instead. If you're a Captain, not only can you drink wine, you'll have pickled vegetables and tofu in hotpot too."
"Auntie, I want to be a Taro too."
"It's Prison Chief, not Taro! Aunt, I'm the eldest, I want to be Prison Chief too. No, I want to be a Captain, like Uncle Jiang, cooking pickled vegetables and tofu every day."
