Chapter 437 Playing Along

• “I heard that guy has a hobby of keeping people as his pet dogs. He'll put collars and leashes on a group of people's necks without giving them clothes to wear and beds to sleep in. They'll fight with each other to eat from dog food bowls. Dozens of people are locked up in a small, dark room where they eat, drink, defecate, and urinate. When that person is happy, he'll take them for a walk. They even have to scramble for an opportunity to lick his shoes. I heard that you were more powerful. In order to lick his shoes, you fought hard with many other people and finally won this opportunity. It seems you were not allowed to speak then, and you could only bark like a dog. What I said is true, right, Harold? But this seems to be just some basic things as there seems to be something even more absurd. I heard that the man brought some actual wolfhounds over once—”
• “Shut up! Shut up, b*tch! Believe it or not, I'll kill you if you dare to say one more word!” That memory was a nightmare that Harold could not get rid of.
• Following Winnie's prompt, he automatically recalled those disgusting and humiliating scenes in his mind.