Spoiled by Eight Uncles

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.”

staff member laughed, “Boss, I

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

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

patted the staff member’s shoulder. “Get ready. Tomorrow, we’ll go out and rescue a group of

cats.”

staff member nodded. “Oh sure

find stray cats and using the pretense of rescue to

them.

captured, the cats would be kept in this

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

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

his monthly income steadily exceeded

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

love doing rescues,” the staff member said with a

car,

staff member expressed his gratitude, saying, “Yes,

of the term “rescue”

again as the pain in his eyes

used to be his paradise. Everyone in this

discussed business and rescues was when he smiled the most.

couldn’t smile

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

short videos.

only watch it for a shon while, okay?”

Lilly nodded, “Okay!”

a phone? Look at you, always complaining how everyone spoils Lilly, yet

him a glare. “How is this

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was as though she wasn’t the one who said before, “If it were me, I would never spoil

subject with a cough. “I wonder if Anthony has finished work

he would be gone for half a month? He’s only been gone for a few days. Is

Bettany: “…”

a scornful look and coldly said, “No lunch

up,

covered her mouth and giggled, “Grandpa, you

still couldn’t understand, “Did I say