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Chapter 423 To Trade in Cat’s Blood

In a dimly lit room, the cat restrained for blood extraction suddenly convulsed and struggled. Its body twitched violently, kicking a tray placed next to its feet and sending it flying.

The tray contained some blood extraction tools, such a needles and blood bags, which clattered onto a nearby cat cage.

In the room, there were more than a dozen cats. Some of them were frightened by the convulsing cat and cowered in the corners of their cages, hissing with bare teeth as their eyes filled with terror.

Some had become numb, turning their heads to glance at the convulsing cat with a trace of sadness. passing through their lifeless eyes.

The cat was convulsing severely, indicating that it had been drained of blood and was nearing the end.

The staff member hurriedly removed the needle and grabbed the blood bag in his hand. He then kicked the cat away, causing it to land on the floor with a muffled groan.

“Damn… It’s just about 50-60 milliliters, and it almost spilled because of this damn cat,” muttered the staff member.

The man with a ghost hovering over his head was the owner of the workshop named Boris Trask.

Boris furrowed his brows upon seeing the situation. “Dispose of it if it’s dead. Also, while you’re at it, don’t keep the ones that are about to kick the can either. Draw their blood and then get rid of them. We can save on some cat food.”

The staff member replied, “Okay.”

Boris asked, “How’s business this week?”

The staff member held a notebook that was filled with a whole page of contact numbers and names of previous breeders they had dealt with.

“We had three orders this week,” he said. “It’s fewer than last week. Well… it’s mainly because pet cats are eating better than humans these days, so there are fewer sick ones. I really wish they would get sick every day.”

He chuckled and added, “If I knew which families had cats, I’d go to each one and give them a personal blend of my own medicine!”

With three orders per week, he would only earn a commission of a thousand dollars.

During slow times, he would only make four to five thousand dollars in commissions

per month.

Boris said, “Don’t even go there. Going into people’s homes to poison pets is unethical…”

After a pause, he continued, “Besides, residential areas have surveillance cameras. You need to be very careful not to get caught; the risk is too high.”

The staff member laughed, “Boss, I was just kidding!”

he threw the dead cat into a garbage bag. With several swift motions, he drained the remaining life out of a few cats that were still barely

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drained cats died instantly while others convulsed. The garbage bag trembled, but Boris and the staff member seemed accustomed

patted the staff member’s shoulder. “Get ready. Tomorrow, we’ll go

cats.”

member nodded.

out to find stray cats and using the pretense of

them.

the cats would be kept in this room.

each cat they captured, the staff member would earn a commission of

could capture around a dozen cats at a time. In other words, by going on one “rescue” mission, the staff member would earn around three

the blood extractions, his

had a favorable impression of Boris With the number of cats they kept, they would only make around fifty to sixty thousand dollars each month from selling blood. Despite that, Boris still gave him over ten thousand each month.

rescues,” the staff member said with a cheerful smile.

hard! Whether you want to buy a car, a house, or even

member expressed his gratitude, saying, “Yes, sir!”

“rescue” in their context was truly

above Boris’s head struggled again as the

his paradise. Everyone in this workshop were his patrons.

they discussed business and rescues was when he smiled

couldn’t smile anymore…

next day. Lilly, who was at home for the weekend ook her grandmother’s phone and was

short videos.

reminded her, “You can only watch it for a shon while, okay?”

Lilly nodded, “Okay!”

glanced over and frowned. “What’s a little kid doing with a phone? Look at you, always complaining how everyone

glare. “How is this the same?”

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“If it were me, I would never spoil her like this”

that particular instance and tried to change the subject with a cough. “I wonder if Anthony has finished work on his side

the next page, reading the news while saying, “Didn’t he say he would be gone for half a month? He’s only been gone for a few days. Is your deffentia finally catching

Bettany: “…”

a scornful look and coldly said, “No lunch for you

up,

mouth and giggled, “Grandpa, you go

understand, “Did I say something

has been gone for over a week, and he’ll be back in five days. It’s not like he’s been gone