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.”

“Boss, I was just kidding!”

several swift motions, he drained the remaining life out of a few cats that were

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garbage bag trembled, but Boris and the

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

cats.”

nodded.

stray cats

them.

captured, the cats would be kept in this

out twice month. For each cat they captured, the staff member

time. In other words, by going on one “rescue”

extractions, his monthly income steadily exceeded ten thousand dollars..

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

staff

to buy a car, a house, or even want to get

expressed his

the term “rescue” in their context was truly ironic….

ghost above Boris’s head struggled again as the pain

the past, this place used to be his paradise. Everyone in this workshop were his

rescues was

couldn’t smile anymore…

the weekend ook her grandmother’s phone and was watching

short videos.

only watch it for a shon while,

Lilly nodded, “Okay!”

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

glare. “How

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the one who said before, “If it were me,

to finally recall that particular instance and tried to change the subject with a cough. “I wonder if Anthony has finished work on his side and when he’ll come back.”

half a month? He’s only been gone for a few days.

Bettany: “…”

Hugh a scornful look and coldly said, “No

up, “???”

mouth and giggled, “Grandpa, you

still couldn’t understand, “Did