The voice sounded measured and calm, carrying an authentic Brooklyn accent. It was the kind of voice you'd hear from a political leader giving a speech on TV.
Shen Feng strode forward through the door, and an auditorium-like space immediately opened up before him.
Two middle-aged men in suits stood there, smiling at Shen Feng.
Beside them, a dozen or so children were sprawled on the floor, continuously smearing paint as they drew.
Next to the children was a huge bathtub filled with red pigment, which gave off the sharp, metallic stench of blood.
Next to the bathtub was a pile of children's corpses, all covered in wounds.
Their eyes were either shut tight or staring wide open, making them look like a pile of lifeless dolls.
Clearly, the so-called red pigment was human blood.
"It really is the President pro tempore... Cheney!" Joey muttered, standing behind Shen Feng.
