Yao Shun's body trembled in fright; he had no doubt about Lin Shuang's mastery of concealed weapons!
This guy—he could pierce a person's eyeball with just a chopstick. He was absolutely a demon!
Under threat, Yao Shun had no choice but to shakily sit at the dining table, his forehead drenched in cold sweat and his face impossibly grim.
Sitting close to Lin Shuang, Yao Shun finally noticed the color of Lin Shuang's shirt.
His shirt was originally white—a plain white shirt.
But because it was soaked with too much fresh blood, the shirt had turned dark red.
"Eat," Lin Shuang gestured.
Lin Shuang picked up a bear paw and tore into it with large bites.
"This bear paw actually tastes pretty good. A national protected animal, tsk tsk... Delicious." Lin Shuang devoured the bear paw meat in big bites, occasionally taking a swig of Moutai as well.
