The bald, skinny man's eyes were lifeless. Hearing the door open, he saw the syringe in Tang Yu's hand, as long as an arm, and his whole body shuddered, recalling the fear of being dominated these past few days.
"Come, be good, just one tube."
Bald Number Thirty-three struggled desperately, but even when he had been a burly, strong man, he couldn't break free from the special chains on his wrists and ankles, let alone now, skeletal as he was.
The thick needle pierced into the bald, skinny man's bone… It had to be said, after the bald man had slimmed down, injecting him had become much easier. Initially, it was possible to hit the wrong spot and miss the bone, but now, that couldn't go wrong.
Tang Yu wore a mask and after filling a tube with marrow fluid, he left with a trace of disgust.
After a moment of trembling, the bald, skinny man also became dull and spiritless.
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