Meng Yu sighed. "Forget it. I can't bear to witness such a bloody scene. I don't understand... Why would you all break into an infirmary and hurt those already injured or unwell? The mere thought makes me uncomfortable. You'll explain yourselves, won't you?"
Zhao Fu and the others shared a look, wondering how best to begin or how much they should say.
Meng Yu returned to his seat and toyed with his nails. "I don't like listening to lies," he said, "So think carefully before you speak. Whoever confesses the slowest will have their flesh fed to the dogs."
When they heard Meng Yu's threat, the eight of them rushed to be the first ones heard, going so far as to attack their companions to get ahead. Not one of them wanted to have their skin fed to the dogs.
