Mr. Su Bai poured himself a drink, held it in his hand, gently swirled the glass, and then took a slow sip. It tasted good; Earl Shale certainly knew how to enjoy life.
Leaning on the sofa, Earl Shale looked at Mr. Su Bai somewhat helplessly and said, "Aren't you going to pour your host a drink? Look how well I treat you, offering both blood and wine."
"Do I need an invitation to drink? Besides, with your current injuries, you rely on drugs and things to alleviate the pain. Drinking this wine is just a waste."
Mr. Su Bai glanced at the several corpses by the door. He had intended to spare those two women, but their sudden display of killing intent and capability proved they had blood on their hands too, so Mr. Su Bai merely went with the flow.
This was an easily understandable fact. After all, in any country, drug trafficking gangs always had their share of desperados.
