Zhao Xuan and Tang Hao stared at each other in silence while Tang San sat to one side, his face full of helplessness.
The servers stood behind the counter with smiles uglier than tears, praying that these lords would hurry up and leave.
Tang Hao picked up his drink and took a swig. After smacking his lips, he raised a brow at Zhao Xuan and finally asked, "What are you doing here, kid?"
Zhao Xuan curled his lip. "Why should I tell you?"
Tang Hao glanced at Zhao Xuan, then said to the server behind the bar, "Get him a specialty drink."
The server froze, then hurriedly replied, "Y-yes, right away."
Before long, the trembling server brought a glass to Zhao Xuan's table. Within the transparent glass, a dark, viscous red liquid gently rippled.
"What is this?" Zhao Xuan frowned as he took it, asking curiously.
"You'll know once you try it." Tang Hao continued drinking, goading him from the side with great interest.
Zhao Xuan gave him a suspicious look, then lifted the glass and sniffed it. His brows furrowed.
Perhaps its scent was too faint, or perhaps it had no scent at all. Amid the blood stench filling the room, Zhao Xuan could not smell anything.
Tang San, standing behind Zhao Xuan, looked as if he wanted to speak but hesitated. Tang Hao gave him an indifferent look, and he stopped himself. His throat bobbed slightly as Tang San could only pray that Zhao Xuan would give him a quick death after learning the truth.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Xuan felt there was something strange about it. But seeing Tang Hao's amused expression, he narrowed his eyes, brought the glass to his lips, and lightly licked it with his tongue.
It tasted slightly astringent and faintly