Chapter 89: I Want to Control Myself

With decision, comes action.

Jason lifted his hand and tore the rotten cloth from Walker's mouth.

"I have information on other ingredients!"

The moment the rotten cloth was pulled from Walker's mouth, this 'Food Traitor' trained by the 'Ghost Squad' blurted out instinctively.

Swift and precise.

Because it was all too familiar with Jason's eyes.

It had seen that same look when hungry.

Not to mention the constant growling of the stomach and the gulping of saliva.

All of these were reminding it.

The other party was truly going to eat it.

As a qualified 'Food Traitor,' it immediately knew what to do.

After all, this wasn't its first time seeing such a person.

There was that doctor before, polite and courteous, it had observed from the side.

Then there was an arrogant madman, not quite as friendly, who would gut some shells for questionable 'ingredients.'

But the one in front of it now was different from the two it had encountered before.

This one was quite 'simple.'