"...Understood,"
Dr. Caleb sighed inwardly.
Having just witnessed Madam Luther's temper, she knew further objections would be futile.
Reluctantly, she adjusted the blood extraction speed as instructed.
Soon, the required amount of blood filled the collection tube.
Meanwhile, in the outer chamber—
"Bzzzzz—"
The man's body trembled violently as the Golden Silkworm poison writhed inside him.
Iris's expression tightened.
Reaching into her
robe, she produced a small transparent vial and uncorked it.
"Bzzzzz—"
"Bzzzzz—"
The Golden Silkworm poison emerged from his throat, circled twice midair, then alighted on Iris's shoulder.
Yet her focus remained fixed on his slightly parted lips, awaiting something.
Moments later, a black poison worm—no larger than a pinky finger—peeked out from within.
The sight sent chills down the spines of Luke and the other amateurs present.
The black poison worm didn't emerge immediately—it seemed to hesitate.
