"Hope we won't need you tonight..."
He stuffed the mask into the bottom of the bag, zipped it up, and walked out of the bedroom carrying the bulging canvas bag.
Arriving in the living room, Fang Cheng didn't rush into action.
He walked up to the old refrigerator, reached out and opened the door, a blast of cold air greeted him.
He took out two one-liter cartons of whole milk and four fresh beef steaks.
No intention of cooking them.
Fang Cheng tore open the steak packaging and directly sent the bloody raw meat into his mouth.
"Gulp... Gulp..."
The teeth-grinding sounds of chewing echoed in the quiet room.
His teeth were as sharp as knives, easily tearing through the tough fibers of raw beef.
Bright red blood trickled down the corners of his mouth, but Fang Cheng didn't care and continued to swallow large mouthfuls.
His eating manner was neither elegant nor civilized.
Instead, it exuded a primitive and savage aura, like a human-shaped beast feasting.
