The Red King pulled out a tissue and handed it over with a mocking smile, "Wipe it off."
Jiang Ze took the tissue and wiped the blood flowing from his throat. He had been in a state of shock earlier but had regained his composure, resuming a calm and indifferent demeanor without showing any resentment.
Ghost Eye and Xing Yun looked at him sympathetically, genuinely regretting that they were so close to joining the feast.
"Why did you have to provoke him?"
Netherworld gloated, sneering, "Thunder is his girl, even if she is likely troublesome, you shouldn't say that. People should have some emotional intelligence; otherwise, you are asking for trouble."
