For Black Crow, blood was a kind of excitement, pushing the malice inside him closer to being out of control, but Gao Ming wasn't afraid at all, seemingly unconcerned about the possibility of the frenzied Black Crow dismembering him with wild slashes.
"Blood?" Black Crow gripped the knife on the table tightly, "Is this the new drug you mentioned?"
"I don't know what it does exactly, but you can try it."
Clenching his five fingers, Gao Ming extended his hand, letting the blood flow into a vial.
His sanity was constantly tormented by malice. Black Crow couldn't care much at this point, grabbing the vial and gulping it down.
With blood-red eyes, at first, Black Crow felt nothing, but after about one or two minutes, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if his chest was about to explode.
Falling to the ground, Black Crow felt like he'd swallowed a thorn, each spike puncturing through his guts.
