After hearing Li Ang's reassurance, neither Mao Mao nor Laura felt relaxed. Instead, their gaze toward the blood pool grew even stranger.
"Don't disbelieve me," Li Ang urged. "I created this liquid. How could I not know its flavor? Let me show you."
Having said that, he crouched down by the pool and scooped a handful of the viscous, bloody water with his rubber-gloved palm. Under the horrified and eerie stares of Mao Mao and Laura, he slowly brought the water to his mouth beneath the Dragon Head Mask.
"UARGH, GAG, GAG, GAG, COUGH, COUGH, COUGH—"
Li Ang suddenly began to retch violently toward the blood pool, letting out a series of hoarse, exhausted coughs.
After recovering for a moment, he lifted his Dragon Head and gave Mao Mao a thumbs-up, saying with difficulty, "See? I told you it tastes good..."
Yeah, right! Your throat must have been corroded away! If you want to vomit, just vomit!
Mao Mao inwardly raged, her expression stiff and numb, not knowing what to say.
