Don't throw away the needle and syringe, clean them with alcohol for reuse.

It's not in line with medical standards, but it suits the poor. The most important thing is to extend the frequency of his visits to the illegal clinic, otherwise frequently buying syringes would be too conspicuous.

Unfortunately, there's no way to store the drawn blood.

The home's refrigerator can't be used, as it would be hard to explain if discovered.

Otherwise, he could use [Feast] to make his own blood bottles for healing during battles.

"I really need to find a chance to move out and live alone."

The secrets Feng Mu carries are growing, making it even less suitable for him to live at home; he can't just lock himself in his bedroom every day.

Wang Xiuli is just worried about his mental state.

But once Feng Ju finishes his busy period and comes home, Feng Mu's various behaviors might inevitably arouse suspicion.

He drew two syringes of blood and added Iron Ball ground powder to aid digestion.

After 4 hours of training, the Edibility level increased by 6 points, averaging 1.5 per hour, which is a 50% improvement compared to his previous best rate.

[Iron Eater: First Tier]

[Edible Iron Types: 1]

[Absorbable Metal Traits: 1]

[Currently Detecting Edible Iron Type——Ordinary Pig Iron, Edibility 62.7%.]

[Traits Absorbed: Molded Embryo (White)]

Feng Mu was very satisfied, the corners of his mouth turned upwards as he slept.

....

798 Street, Blood Rose Bar.

In the reeking inner office, Zheng Si sat shirtless on the sofa, with two naked women, collars around their necks like dogs, lying at his feet.

Ma Bin stood opposite Zheng Si, smirking: "Boss Zheng has already vented and killed four women this week. Can losing one's child really drive someone this mad?"

Ma Bin knew the answer in his heart, he just couldn't comprehend such stupidity. If a son dies, just have another; it's just a lost child, not the loss of fertility.

"Have you found the murderer?" Zheng Si's bloodshot eyes glared, his hoarse voice chilling.

Ma Bin took out a prepared list, speaking in a low voice, "The range has been narrowed down to these 50 people."

Zheng Si didn't take the list, the alcohol made his temples throb, making him reluctant to think, as memories would bring him pain.

"It's already been a week, another week is left, bring that person in front of me, I want to tear him apart inch by inch." In Zheng Si's mind, the scene already seemed to play out, a terrifying laugh escaped his throat.

Ma Bin put away the list, muttering, "Understood."

He turned to leave, but then turned back, saying, "The Patrol Office came again, this time it's Deputy Captain Li Shang, and this time they have a search warrant. Should you meet them, boss?"

Zheng Si gritted his teeth, his single eye flashing violently, but he retained a sliver of sanity.

He growled, "If there's a search warrant, let them search, you make the arrangements."

Ma Bin nodded and left, gently shutting the door behind him.

"Guard the door well, the boss is in a bad mood, don't let anyone disturb him," Ma Bin said kindly to the underlings outside.

Two underlings, with Ma Wei being one of them, the other not worthy of a name, nodded in unison.

Ma Bin sighed and thoughtfully instructed, "Make sure the drinks inside don't run out. If those two women inside die, drag them out and bury them, replace them with Xiaoli and Xiaoyou."

Ma Wei nodded repeatedly, chills running through his heart, "Xiaoli and Xiaoyou were brought back from outside by Bin two years ago; they're the closest to Bin among the ladies."

"Listen more and talk less, understand?"

"Yes."

Just those few words made Ma Wei break out in a cold sweat, soaking his shirt.

He watched Bin's figure disappear around the corner, then perked up his ears, hearing the screams of women and the suppressed roars of men from inside the room.

"My son is dead, his body can't be found, and the Patrol Office comes asking me for people. Idiots, idiots, the Patrol Office is filled with idiots."

"This is too much, wearing that uniform doesn't give them the right to distort the truth, framing me recklessly. If they push me too far, I'll toss those two Chief Constables into a washing tub and spin them."

"Ahhh, no boss, don't twist, it's so painful ahhh—"

Ma Wei shuddered, his ears glued, feeling bitter inside.

The horror stories heard behind the door, he had to relay them word for word to Bin, then before bed he had to compose a message summarizing the day's events and send it to another behind-the-scenes boss.

Every person he deals with daily is a predator, ready to devour him whole, while he's just a lamb living in constant fear of being slaughtered.

When will this life ever end?

Death might even be a relief.

Ma Wei buried his head as he walked into the room, dragging out a corpse with arms twisted like pretzels. He truly had a death wish mindset while cleaning up the bloodstains inside.

"I thought I heard a woman's screams." Li Shang sat at the bar, rinsing his mouth with alcohol, spitting it on the floor, splashing Ma Bin's pants.

Ma Bin blocked Chang Erbing from going inside to search, smiling at Li Shang, "There's no sound, Captain Li must have misheard."

Li Shang's face immediately darkened, he swirled his glass, saying, "My ears might hear wrong, but my eyes are sharp, don't mind if I take a look myself, do you?"

Ma Bin gestured for the underlings around to step back, then leaned his head down to whisper, "Our boss has a big temper recently, I'm afraid you might not come back out if you go in, so it'd be better not to."

Li Shang sneered, "You're threatening me, do you understand your position? A gang member daring to threaten the Chief Constable?"

Ma Bin met Li Shang's gaze, his face showing slight hesitation, but his attitude remained firm, "I wouldn't dare threaten you, but I have to follow the boss's orders."

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