After wailing WAA WAA in their mothers' arms for quite a while, the children finally settled down, only to start causing trouble in every way possible.
One moment they demanded food, the next they wanted water, and they even complained about the terrible stench in the cell.
At first, the jailers ignored them, but the children pushed their luck more and more, eventually screaming and shouting in the prison.
A jailer walked over with a whip and cracked it sharply against the wooden bars several times. CRACK, CRACK, CRACK. "Keep making noise, and this whip will be tasting your skin."
"Can we at least move to a cleaner place?" Gu Anliang asked. "There are fleas here."
"Oh, so you're being picky now," the jailer chuckled in exasperation at the request. "You don't look that young, yet you're so utterly naive about how the world works?
