Sang Biao: "Please, Just Kill Me Already!"

"Everyone, back off!"

Lester's face lit up with delight. He hurriedly ordered Scarface and the others to retreat, keeping a certain distance from Sang Biao, this fat sheep.

He was afraid one of the prisoners might suddenly lose his mind and stab Sang Biao again. Then this fat sheep that had practically fallen into his hands would be gone!

"System, how many Fear Points do I have right now?"

Looking at Sang Biao sprawled on the ground, more dead than alive, Lester anxiously asked the system.

He couldn't let Sang Biao die just like that. Whether he could gain Fear Points depended entirely on Sang Biao.

[Ding! The host currently has: 12,000 Fear Points.]

"Twelve thousand..." Lester's expression darkened. That little bit of Fear Points wasn't even enough for one draw from the upgraded lottery.

"System, give me ten draws from the 1,000-point lottery!"

Seeing Sang Biao on the ground about to breathe his last, Lester stopped caring about anything else and hurriedly ordered the system to draw.

The first-level lottery might not yield anything good, but if he happened to draw some treasure that could save Sang Biao's life, it would be a huge profit!

[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have obtained the item: 'Triangular Military Spike'.]

[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have obtained the item: 'Rusty Dagger'.]

[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have obtained the item: 'Genuine Leather Sofa'.]

The pleasant system notifications kept ringing in his ears. Sure enough, the 1,000-Fear-Point lottery pool was full of useless junk.

After drawing for ages, Lester still hadn't gotten anything worthwhile.

Other than the first few items, everything else was scrap metal and garbage, the kind of stuff nobody would bother picking up even if it were thrown on the ground.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have obtained the potion: 'Life Potion (Inferior quality. Consumption will cause permanent bodily defects. Please use with caution!)']

Just as Lester had given up and was preparing to draw once more, the final prize gave him hope.

"Life Potion!"

Just hearing that name made it sound reliable, like the sort of miraculous medicine that could bring the dead back to life and regrow flesh from bones.

As for the note after Life Potion, Lester didn't think it was a big deal. As long as it could save someone's life, that was enough.

What good thing could he possibly expect from such a low-level lottery anyway?

"Everyone, turn around." The instant he drew the Life Potion, Lester immediately ordered all the prisoners in the cell to turn away.

The system was his greatest secret. He couldn't let anyone know that he had one.

Once Scarface and the others had obediently turned around, Lester directly took out the Life Potion he had just obtained from the system.

Standing before Sang Biao, who looked like a pile of mangled flesh, Lester held up the potion and found himself at a loss.

"Where's Sang Biao's mouth?"

He carefully searched Sang Biao's bloody, mangled body, but even after looking for a long time, Lester couldn't figure out which part was Sang Biao's mouth.

"Forget it. As long as I can shove it into some hole, it'll do!"

Seeing Sang Biao about to die, Lester gritted his teeth and randomly picked a small opening on Sang Biao that looked like it might be a mouth.

Holding the potion in his hand, he viciously shoved it into that opening.

"Ah!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream suddenly erupted from the other end of Sang Biao's body. At the same time, Sang Biao's previously lifeless, unmoving body began to shake violently.

"It worked!" Lester's eyes lit up as he watched Sang Biao tremble wildly. He hadn't expected the Life Potion to be this potent!

It hadn't even fully entered Sang Biao's mouth, yet it had already caused such a strong reaction. How miraculous.

Sang Biao was just a little uncultured. Lester had kindly given him Life Potion, yet not only did he fail to thank him, he even tried to scare him by farting.

And the sound of that fart was so strange. What an uncultured bastard.

Although Lester was already somewhat displeased with Sang Biao, Sang Biao was his money tree. Lester decided not to hold it against him and continued trying to save him.

"Brother, this is good stuff. Swallow it! Why are you spitting it out?!"

Just as Lester thought Sang Biao was about to recover his vitality, he saw the test tube he had shoved into Sang Biao's "mouth" slowly being pushed back out.

At the same time, pig-slaughter-like screams kept coming from Sang Biao's backside.

That agonized sound made it difficult for Lester to imagine how someone could make such a noise by farting.

But now wasn't the time to think about that. His money tree was about to die. How could he have time to consider such things?

Seeing Sang Biao still "stubbornly" pushing the potion out, Lester stood straight up from the ground.

Using all the strength in his body, he delivered a vicious kick to the potion bottle that was still stuck in Sang Biao's "mouth" and was about to be pushed out.

"Ah!!!!"

Already in unbearable pain, Sang Biao suddenly felt a chill in his ass, followed by piercing agony spreading continuously from the base of his tailbone.

With Lester's vicious kick, the bottle containing the Life Potion was forcibly shoved straight into Sang Biao's body.

"Fuck me! Aaaah!!!!"

At last, Sang Biao could endure no more.

The hard potion bottle had viciously rammed into his body, shattering the last shred of his dignity as a man.

Hot tears slowly streamed from Sang Biao's eyes, pooling into a small puddle on the ground.

His body had already been stabbed several times and was long past its limit.

Now his chrysanthemum had suffered such brutal treatment as well. Poor Sang Biao's body and mind had both received a devastating blow.

At that moment, whether from pain or humiliation, his body wriggled frantically across the ground like a caterpillar.

The movement tugged at his wounds, worsening his injuries. Blood continuously sprayed from the wounds, splattering everywhere.

[Ding! Fear Points from Sang Biao: +1,000]

[Ding! Fear Points from Sang Biao: +1,000]

[Ding! Fear Points from Sang Biao: +1,000]

Three system notifications rang in Lester's ears in quick succession, leaving him completely confused.

Wasn't he helping Sang Biao? Why was he gaining Fear Points?

At that moment, Lester wasn't the only confused person in the cell. Scarface, who had witnessed the entire process of how Lester had administered Sang Biao's medicine, was even more bewildered.

Before being sentenced to Azkaban, Scarface had been a second-rate potioneer.

He usually sold inferior potions to make a little money.

The reason he had been imprisoned was simple: something had gone wrong with the inferior potion he sold.

Someone drank his Cheering Potion and ended up laughing uncontrollably. In the end, the person never stopped laughing and suffocated to death before they could be taken to St Mungo's Magical Hospital.

Then, as the maker of the inferior potion, Scarface was sentenced to one year in Azkaban.

As a potion maker, although Scarface wasn't particularly skilled at brewing potions, he still understood some basic knowledge about using them.

For example, if you wanted to give someone a potion, the proper procedure was to open the bottle, then pour the magically effective liquid inside into the person's mouth.

Not shove the entire bottle, potion and all, into someone's mouth!

Were you helping him or harming him?

And the place you shoved it into didn't even seem to be his mouth!