The cafeteria gradually filled with people.
The students chatted and laughed, carrying their trays and finding places to sit.
Black Claw discreetly stacked the large bowls on its table... If left spread out, they would be too conspicuous. By stacking them, they were much more low-key! It crouched in its master's arms, tilting its head with a mischievous smile, thinking that foxes indeed were very cunning!
"Why do those traffickers also have missing pinky fingers?"
Bai Mo frowned, looking at the television hanging on the cafeteria ceiling.
The shot of the traffickers behind bars flashed by. But Bai Mo was certain he hadn't seen it wrong.
That dark red wound, the stark white bone – indeed, the pinky was missing!
He ate the spicy hot pot in his bowl, pulling out a piece of bamboo shoot and crunching it down.
He felt something was strange.
"Is someone collecting criminals' pinky fingers? Could it be the Committee?"
