Chapitre 252: A real man bleeds ten tons

Iron, water, and chicken leg.

The three essentials for replenishing blood.

Mike had already prepared these for Vladimir, feeling quite considerate. He thought of himself as a good person.

Vladimir looked utterly dejected, resigned to his fate, and even asked proactively, "Master, what temperature should the blood be?"

Mike thought for a moment, "220°F? Ahem, I mean 130°F will do."

"Alright."

Vladimir's expression went blank for a few seconds before he spoke again, "It's done."

"Master, may I ask what you need so much blood for?"

"You can ask."

Mike nodded, "But I don't want to answer."

Vladimir: ...

As they spoke, Chief Harry led them to a frozen harbor.

Harry pointed to the frozen harbor and said, "This is the place. The hot blood flows from here, and that creature... has a huge appetite."

Vladimir raised an eyebrow.

A craving for fresh blood, needing large quantities, greedy, even insatiable.