Looking at Bao Yuan kneeling with shattered knees, his expression twisted in pain, gnashing his teeth, glaring at him stubbornly, Vermilion Bird smiled playfully.
Vermilion Bird tidied up his robe, which was torn like it had been gnawed, and strolled over to Bao Yuan, squatting down to meet his gaze.
"Kid, did you know?"
"Even if you had run just now, there was nothing I could do, nor would I harm Jiang Xinyan."
"But you're foolish, too scared to gamble with me."
Vermilion Bird patted Bao Yuan's face, grinning happily like a fox who had stolen a chicken.
"You—"
Upon hearing Vermilion Bird's words, Bao Yuan was livid.
Furiously glaring at Vermilion Bird.
If looks could kill, Vermilion Bird would have been sliced to pieces, executed by a thousand cuts.
"Hahaha..."
Seeing Bao Yuan's expression, Vermilion Bird laughed.
Laughed loudly, arrogantly.
