Chapter 155: Feeling Down Today, Charcoal-Grilled Scum!

Back to the apartment.

Shi San, who had been sleeping soundly on the couch, suddenly opened his eyes and approached Brian with some concern, "Woof woof~ (Big dog, you're injured~)"

"It's nothing."

Brian waved the bottle containing his own blood and flesh, "You just keep sleeping, I'm going to take care of this."

The sealed water bottle prevented the spread of smells, so there was no need to worry about being tracked.

Disposal was simple.

He poured away the bloodied water, wrapped the flesh in aluminum foil, and tossed it into the oven.

Once it was cooked,

Brian opened it and sniffed gently.

The pheromones that had previously remained in the blood and flesh had vanished, or... perhaps because of the increased activity of his own flesh, Brian could actually smell a strange aroma.

No wonder Shi San always said he smelled nice; it turned out to be really true.