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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!”

garbage bag. With several swift motions, he drained the remaining life out of a few cats

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

“Get ready. Tomorrow, we’ll go out and rescue a

cats.”

nodded. “Oh

out to find stray cats and using the pretense of rescue to capture

them.

be

each cat they captured, the staff member

In other words, by going on one “rescue” mission, the staff member would earn around

extractions, his monthly

had a favorable impression of Boris With the number of cats they kept, they would only make around fifty to sixty thousand dollars each

staff member said

car, a house, or even want to get

expressed his gratitude,

the term “rescue” in their context was truly

again as

this place used to be his paradise. Everyone in

business and rescues was when he

couldn’t smile anymore…

home for the weekend ook her grandmother’s phone and was

short videos.

her, “You can only watch it for a shon

Lilly nodded, “Okay!”

doing with a phone? Look at you, always complaining how everyone

glare. “How is

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one who said before, “If it were me, I would never spoil her like this”

cough. “I wonder if Anthony has finished work

he would be gone for half a

Bettany: “…”

and coldly said,

up,

and giggled, “Grandpa, you

understand, “Did I say

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