"Disbanding them would only arouse suspicion, like 'there's no silver buried here'," Gavin Graves sighed silently, "It's fortunate that I haven't completely lost control… This hand, unless it's really hungry, still listens to me."
Gavin removed the black leather glove, revealing his ink-stained right hand. The snake shadows on his skin seemed to be in a slumber, their bodies gently moving as if they were breathing.
"What do you think…" Gavin slowly began, his expression indifferent, "Should I just cut it off?"
Lester Williams' face changed drastically, and he hurriedly said, "Sir! Since this thing hasn't harmed your body for now, let's think of another way! There might be a turning point!"
Gavin remained silent and said blandly, "Yes, without reason, who would want to lose a hand?"
After pondering for a moment, he said to Lester Williams, "Get a few mice... never mind, rabbits. Raise a few rabbits in the garden."
