06 What do you do for work, master?

After that, Jack had been observing Le Cheng's reactions. After all, the man had gulped down an entire bottle of Revival Water. If it had been anyone else, they would have lost their sanity and completely become slaves to their desires. However, Le Cheng showed no change at all, not even a flush on his face or shortness of breath, and his hands holding the scalpel were as steady as ever.

This made Jack feel both surprised and a dash of inexplicable frustration.

It shouldn't be, his Revival Water wasn't expired. How could it have no effect at all?

"Le Gui, are you really okay? You can tell me the truth, I'm a doctor."

"What could be wrong with me? Oh right, there is a little something... I promised my two female subordinates that after this experiment is over, I have to leave for the Sexy Party we planned."

Sexy Party? Can't hold it back anymore, can he?

Jack's eyes lit up at this, but then he immediately felt something was off. For a Slaanesh believer, hosting a Sexy Party was nothing out of the ordinary. This couldn't prove the effects of the Revival Water, and ultimately, he could only attribute it to Le Cheng's unique talent.

Then, his gaze intensified.

"Le Gui, I need your body!"

"Sorry, I'm not into guys."

"No, you misunderstood." Jack hurried to explain, "After you drank the Revival Water and nothing happened, I think your physique must be quite special, so I hope to do a detailed study on your body. Of course, I'm not going to dissect you; I just need a few samples of your blood."

Actually, Jack very much wanted to dissect Le Cheng, but he forcefully suppressed that ambition with his rationality. It wasn't about ethics or morals. People like him didn't adhere to those concepts. What mattered was the uniqueness of Le Cheng as a special sample.

In his view, the more precious the sample, the more cautiously it should be handled. Performing a dissection on such a one-of-a-kind precious sample would simply be malpractice and completely contrary to his professional standards.

Le Cheng seemed to have anticipated this and agreed without hesitation, "Okay, but the price needs to go up."

"No problem, whatever you want, I can give you!"

"Well..." Since Jack agreed so quickly, Le Cheng made himself at home, starting to eye the collectibles in Jack's storeroom. By the time he had claimed nearly a quarter of the collection, even Jack felt a bit of pain.

But he eventually couldn't resist the temptation of Le Cheng's body and decided, "Okay, all these can be yours, including the remaining Revival Water. I'll have someone organize and deliver it to the management tomorrow."

"Oh, dear doctor, I really want to hug you hard." Le Cheng's face lit up with a smile again.

Among Jack's collection were many fine items, especially a Demon Man, but as Jack's prized possession, he wouldn't trade it lightly. He had to settle for less satisfying options. Even so, Jack made a killing from this deal.

As for the few tubes of blood, they were nothing at all.

He knew best how special his physique was. The various types of aphrodisiacs he'd consumed were literal tons. Otherwise, how do you think he achieved a charm of 10 points? That was all eaten!

The effect of the Revival Water was supposed to dominate the body with desires to overtaking even the soul; essentially, it was just an enhanced aphrodisiac. How could it ever affect him? At most, it served as a stimulant, as he never hid or suppressed his desires.

Plus, if Jack really managed to develop a three four five six seven from him, that would also be good news for him in a win-win situation.

Well, win-win means he wins twice.

Thus, after handing over two blood samples, Le Cheng left the medical department.

But he didn't go straight back to the management department because he felt a bit hungry, especially after seeing the precious collectibles of Dr. Jack, which whetted his appetite. After asking a passerby, he headed toward the canteen.

The canteen was located in the center of the prison, very convenient for those wishing to dine. Although the prison was filled with lost souls, once they received new bodies, there wasn't much difference from before; they still needed to eat and drink. Of course, whether some special ingredients were added to these new bodies was another matter.

After all, you can't expect the God of Slaanesh to provide you with a body for free.

Anyhow, some type of meat was especially popular in this prison. Everyone who came here had to try it. However, perhaps to avoid strong visual impacts that could lead to psychological barriers during meals, the lighting in the canteen was kept dim, especially around the chef's area where hardly anyone dared to go near.

When Le Cheng arrived, he saw groups of diners sitting away from the stove area, quietly enjoying their food.

Le Cheng walked over to the stove area and sat directly there. Right across his section was the head chef, who was back to him, simmering several large pots of meat, with aromatic scents filling the air.

"Warm up a bowl of liquor, grill two skewers of kidneys, and a bowl of noodles,"

Le Cheng laid down some Prison Coins and shouted to the chef.

The chef, without turning his head, asked, "What kind of liquor?"

"Strong liquor."

The chef nodded and said no more.

Le Cheng, having nothing else to do, began looking around the kitchen._under the dim lights, the large pots were sizzling with hot steam, covered with lids so it was unclear what type of meat was being stewed. There was also a large oven with vigorous flames. All in all, it was a clean and sanitary kitchen.