【The manager?!】
【I recognize him! That's the manager of the Cat Cafe!】
【Oh my god, I just bought a gift box from his live stream last month...】
【I'm going to throw up.】
【He really was that boy.】
【Call the police! Call them right now!】
【How can someone like this open a shop and be a manager?!】
【What on earth did those civet cats go through?】
As if in response to this message, the screen shifted to the breeding area.
A pregnant female civet cat was locked inside an iron cage.
She refused to eat any more of the moldy coffee cherries.
A staff member dragged her out, hooking her hind legs with an iron hook.
The female cat struggled desperately, her belly already heavily swollen.
The manager stood by, his face dark.
“Eat.”
He squatted down, shoving a handful of coffee cherries to her mouth.
She turned her head away to avoid them.
In the next second, the stun baton fell.
The cat's body convulsed as she crashed against the iron cage, letting out an agonizing screech.
The kittens in her belly seemed to be startled as well.
Her belly rose and fell violently, making the staff member hesitate.
“Manager, she's pregnant.”
“So what if she's pregnant?”
The manager said impatiently.
“If she doesn't die, keep breeding her. If she dies, just bury her.”
In the video, the mother cat was eventually dragged back into the cage.
A few days later, she gave birth to three kittens.
But she was already too weak to even stand.
The staff member, finding the cage dirty, threw the three kittens who hadn't even opened their eyes yet directly into a nearby cardboard box.
One of them quickly stopped moving.
The other two curled up together, letting out tiny, pitiful whimpers.
The bullet chat went completely wild.
【Beasts!!!】
【Those are alive! Those are three newborn kittens!】
【How dare they?!】
【I can't take this, I really can't take this anymore.】
【I have a cat at home too, and when she gave birth, I didn't even dare to speak out loud...】
【They actually threw newborn kittens into a cardboard box?】
【The manager and that staff member, neither of them is getting away!】
【Has anyone doxed them yet?】
【Someone already called the police, and they replied that they're verifying it!】
【Verify what? It's literally right there on the live stream!】
【Arrest all of them!】
The footage spared no one.
And neither would the retribution array.
A thin, small brown civet cat appeared on the screen.
It had once tried to escape.
It had slipped through a gap in the door while a staff member was cleaning the cages, running through the breeding area, past the warehouse, almost reaching the grass on the outskirts of the plantation.
But it was caught by a capture net.
The staff dragged it back.
To prevent it from escaping again, they brutally broke one of its hind legs.
The civet cat was in too much pain to make a sound.
It lay in the cage, licking its wound over and over again.
Later, the wound became infected.
It died on a rainy night.
When the manager walked past, he didn't even spare it a second glance, only saying:
“Throw it far away. Don't let it rot and stink up the place.”
Next was a black dog.
It was originally a stray dog near the plantation, caught by the staff to be used as a "guard tool."
Whenever it saw someone hurting the civet cats, it would rush forward and bark.
So, someone bound its snout with wire.
Because it struggled too violently, it was thrown from a height into an abandoned water tank.
The tank was very deep.
It kept clawing its way up, desperately trying to climb out.
But the walls of the tank were too slippery.
The people standing at the edge watched and laughed for a long time before finally turning to leave.
Finally, it was the kitten who had entered the array first, the one missing its left eye.
It wasn't a civet cat.
It was just an ordinary stray cat from the Coffee Community.
When the boy caught it, it was still very small.
The boy thought its eyes were beautiful.
So, he destroyed them.
When the kitten fell from a height, its body was bent and twisted.
Yet it didn't die immediately.
Dragging its injured legs, it crawled forward inch by inch along the base of the wall.
It wanted to return to its mother's side.
But in the end, it stopped beside a trash can.
And never stood up again.
In the live stream, rage had long since overwhelmed everything else.
【Kill them!】
【No, don't kill them. Death is too easy for them!】
【They're not even human!】
【Where is the manager? Show yourself! Didn't you love live streaming promotions? Why are you hiding now?!】
【I actually took my kid to this coffee plantation before... I'm shivering just thinking about it now.】
【Those staff members are all accomplices.】
【Not all staff members were involved, right?】
【Those who weren't involved in the abuse are one thing, but as for those shown in the footage, not a single one can clear their name!】
【I've already posted the recording of this live stream on all platforms!】
【It's number one on the trending search!】
【The police issued an announcement! They're on their way to the Cat Cafe!】
【I'm nearby, I've already gathered some people and we're heading over!】
【Me too! We absolutely can't let the manager escape!】
The scenes above the retribution array finally faded away.
All the souls returned to the array.
They stood quietly on the left side of the scale.
There were no cheers, no cries.
They only stared silently at the human hand wrapped in black mist.
In the next second.
The scale suddenly tipped.
Boom!
The black hand on the right crashed down violently.
Dark red chains pierced through the void, instantly shooting out in all directions.
They went through the coffee trees, through the walls, through the roads and buildings outside the plantation.
They hunted down every single person who had ever harmed these animals and was still alive in this world today.
The manager was packing cash in the basement behind a secret door in his office.
He had originally planned to wait until dawn and escape through the back mountain amidst the chaos.
But just as he grabbed a suitcase, a crimson chain wrapped tightly around his wrist.
“What is this?!”
He tried to tear it off in panic.
But the chain only tightened.
In the next instant, his vision suddenly went pitch black.
He had become a civet cat trapped in a cage.
Hunger.
Pain.
Fear.
The stench of rotting food.
Uncontrollable spasms as electric currents surged through his body.
The agony of flesh tearing as he was dragged by iron hooks.
The despair of being unable to get close as his kittens slowly stopped breathing beside him.
Everything he had ever watched, laughed at, and ordered others to do had now become things he was experiencing firsthand.
He fell to the ground, screaming.
But to the outside world, it sounded like nothing more than the agonizing, beast-like howling of a wild animal.
Elsewhere.
The man who had once used his phone to record the cat abuse video was scrolling through the live stream at home.
Seeing his younger self in the footage, his face went deathly pale, and he spun around, wanting to smash his phone.
But a chain emerged from the screen, wrapping tightly around his neck.
His vision blurred.
He was stuffed into a narrow cardboard box.
All four sides were nailed shut.
In the darkness, sharp objects plunged down over and over again.
He wanted to escape.
Yet he couldn't even turn around.
He began to cry, beg for mercy, and call out for his mother.
But no one heard him.
Because back then, the little black cat had cried out in exactly the same way.
There was also the staff member who had broken the civet cat's leg.
The staff member who had thrown the kittens into the cardboard box.
The person who had thrown the black dog into the water tank and stood at the edge, laughing.
The person who had clipped off the civet cat's tail with iron pliers and sprinkled salt on the wound for amusement.
All of those who treated pain as recreation and life as a tool.
At that very moment, they were all tracked down by the chains of retribution.
Some were sleeping, some were eating breakfast, and some were hiding in their cars, trying to flee the coffee plantation.
But no matter where they hid, the chains would find them.
Karma knows no distance.
Nor does it care if they regret.
Rate on N.U.
