Bailin looked at the rampaging beast and let out a cold snort.
"You piece of trash, have I been skimping on your food? How dare you embarrass me like this!"
He peeled off the white bandages wrapped around his hand, revealing fresh flesh that had seemingly grown in the interim. Without hesitation, he pulled out a knife and "cracked" it straight into his own wrist. Blood sprayed out violently, carrying with it a remarkably sweet scent.
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