"You look like a vampire right now."
"I'm scarier than a vampire."
"What's scarier than a vampire?" Xiao Lin jokingly teased the woman, not forgetting that she was a wicked person despite her momentary innocence. "Was it your people who sent assassins to the hospital to kill my witness?"
"No! My master wouldn't bother with such meaningless acts."
Twenty minutes passed quickly, and in their exchange, a 500cc container reached its limit. Xiao Lin's face turned pale, not yet sluggish, but he spoke less, with beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
The master closed the valve on the tube, sealed the glass container, and handed it to Lao Zhao nearby. "Master, should we continue? It seems he..."
"We went through so much trouble to get him to willingly drain his blood," the master said, looking at the closed-eyed Xiao Lin, unwilling to waste the opportunity due to sympathy.
