"What! Death, Death God!"
Several of the bald burly men were so frightened that their legs went soft, instantly feeling the threat of death.
"Don't believe him! These days, there are too many people pretending to be the Death God. Just because you wear a black outfit and have a mask on your face, do you think you are the actual Death God? Like a big fat pig sticking two green onions, pretending to be an elephant?"
The bald guy who was splashed with wine by Liu Ruyan in the bar sneered continuously, "Kid, there's nothing for you here today. Get out of my way quickly. Otherwise, don't blame me for getting physical."
The man shrugged his shoulders with a playful smile and said, "I'm a person who has no other problems, just a bit of itchy skin. If you don't mind, you can help scratch it, you know."
