It had lost its ability to fight, but it still rose and fell as though panting.
The victorious piece of raw beef leaped off the table, intending to deliver the finishing blow, only to accidentally strike the corner of a chair on its way down, lose its balance, and land beside the loser with a splat.
The noises in the room ceased, leaving only two pieces of raw beef still "panting."
"Hmm... this is the result of your research?"
"Yes! Leader!"
Maggie hurried over, picked up the two pieces of meat, and said excitedly:
"At dinner today, that bottle of wine gave me an idea. I wanted to make a beef-flavored potion. You see, I love beef more than anything, that flavor..."
"Stop... please get to the point, Maggie."
Chen Lun waved a hand, his head aching.
"Oh, all right. During my research, I discovered this potion, which can stimulate the vitality of flesh and blood... the effect is incredibly strong. If I could add it to the Blood-Producing Bottle, it would definitely achieve several times, or even dozens of times, the original healing effect!"
Maggie was beside herself with excitement, her cheeks flushed.
But Chen Lun had a bad feeling.
The next second, the two pieces of beef in Maggie's hands suddenly trembled, then twisted into clumps and blossomed like flowers, thrusting out a dense mass of sharp bone spikes toward her head.
Splat!
Maggie clapped her hands together, smashing the two pieces of beef into meat paste and bone fragments, then casually squeezed them into a ball and hid it behind her back.
"Hehe, sorry, Leader. There might be a few little mishaps, but it's fine. I guarantee there'll be absolutely nothing wrong with the finished product!"
"..."
Chen Lun remained silent.
*That guarantee of yours is pretty