Ugh, so sleepy. Cramming three days' worth of sleep into one, only managing three hours before forcing myself up. What a disaster.

...

Seeing the man in the suit approach, a kitchen knife in hand, Bauer and the man-woman pair turned utterly pale, trembling head to toe. Bauer stammered, "Don't, don't kill me, I don't taste good..."

If the atmosphere hadn't been so grim, Bailong would have almost laughed out loud; it felt like a line Pigsy from Journey to the West would often use.

The suited man ignored him, gave him a cursory glance, and then turned his attention to the woman among the man-woman pair nearby. This girl was around twenty, quite young, with delicate features and a graceful figure. In her eyes now, the suited man before her was undoubtedly a demon from hell. Seeing him look over, her pretty face turned deathly white, and she trembled, whispering, "No, don't eat