Charlotte Allison held a chicken head in one hand, letting it bleed out, while clutching a bloodstained kitchen knife in the other.
Her sharp gaze swept over the group as she said, "Gentlemen, don't be impatient. Once the blood is drained, it will die."
Although she was speaking of the chicken, the intimidation was meant for them.
Watching her graceful and noble demeanor, as if she were crafting a piece of art, everyone felt a chill down their spine.
How could they not understand? This wasn't just about killing a chicken; it was a warning to them!
Kill the chicken to scare the monkey!
The chicken was already dead, and as for the monkey, everyone knew who that was.
The chef tossed the chicken onto the counter, and Charlotte Allison put down the bloodstained knife, lifting a bowl of chicken blood: "Chicken blood is also a tonic, prepared for you esteemed gentlemen."
