"Let's begin!"
"It really has to be done by one of our own!"
Seeing Lin Chen's group gather and disperse within a few seconds, with each person grabbing a pigeon, ready to start, Wang Ziqin's eyes lit up. He quickly moved closer to watch the details.
The reason he made such a request was mainly because, in his over twenty years of life, he had never witnessed the process of slaughtering poultry firsthand.
He always felt that witnessing such a cruel scene could effectively help his work mindset.
The other four women, although curious, felt a bit hesitant to get closer due to the bloody and terrifying scene they imagined, so they just sat silently in their seats, glancing over from a distance.
Dais deftly prepared a basin of salt water and handed over a sharp knife, while Lin Chen expressionlessly pinched the pigeon's head, bending it backward. Then, with the hand holding its wings, he grasped it firmly to reveal its neck.
