Didn't get to eat duck blood.
But in the hot pot, there's plenty of human blood splattered.
The maid of the Caldwell Family was just about to serve the dishes when she felt a knife across her neck.
The strength in her body kept draining, and she collapsed softly onto the floor.
"Anyone who dares to move, dies!"
A Martial Artist with disheveled hair stood in the room, looking a mess, with a knife in his hand still dripping with blood.
They fled all the way from below and just happened to see people eating hot pot in this room, so they burst in.
Being served by maids and enjoying like this, they must be the owners here.
Behind him, over a dozen Martial Artists also broke in.
"Damn it, I'm hungry too, perfect timing for a bite!" One person looked at the lavish spread on the table, unable to resist his hunger.
"I'm not full, but this meal was ruined." Shadow Kims put down his chopsticks, his face devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
