In the dimly lit room, Liao Ning's eyes widened as she beheld a sight of horror. Chained in a corner was a white wolf cub, tubes attached to its body, with red liquid flowing out.
"Liao Nai! Liao Nai!" Liao Ning exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.
Hearing Liao Ning's voice, the wolf cub weakly lifted its head, lacking the strength to stand.
Sami arched an eyebrow and glanced over her shoulder, expressing disdain. "Oh? He still has some strength left? It appears the anesthesia isn't sufficient. But we can't administer too much, or the blood quality will be compromised."
"What do you want?" Liao Ning attempted to maintain control over her voice, but she couldn't help but notice its trembling, tinged with fear.
Indeed, she was afraid. Liao Nai's condition remained uncertain, his evil value had escalated, and he was being drained of his blood. Liao Ning wondered how much longer he could endure.
