God of Gamblers Appears
"R... Reporting to the Young Master... it's already past midnight..."
A guard nearby hurriedly answered.
Wang Zheng shot him a glance and said coldly:
"What, are you cold? Why are you stammering? Why are you trembling?"
"Thud!"
The guard immediately fell to his knees and kowtowed like pounding garlic, his voice shaking as he said:
"This subordinate deserves death! This subordinate deserves death! Please spare my life, Young Master..."
"Forget it. I'm in a good mood today, so I can't be bothered to argue with a servant like you."
Wang Zheng waved his hand impatiently, his eyes full of disgust:
"Get lost!"
The guard, as if granted a royal pardon, crawled and rolled away.
Wang Zheng raised his eyes to look at the sky again, his brows creasing slightly.
It was already midnight.
By rights, the people he had sent out should have returned by now.
Why was there still no news?
Could they have failed?
Impossible. Soaring Eagle had just broken through to the mid-Grandmaster stage. Against a mere Hundred-Household Officer, there was no possibility of failure.
"Rest assured, Young Master. You know Soaring Eagle's strength. With his mid-Grandmaster cultivation, dealing with a mere Innate-realm Bai Yan will be as easy as raising a hand. Nothing will go wrong."
"He was probably delayed on the way. It won't be long before Soaring Eagle brings back Bai Yan's head."
The middle-aged man seated opposite Wang Zheng spoke up to reassure him.
"That's true. You're right. I was only worrying needlessly."
Wang Zheng grinned and raised his wine cup for another sip.
He was drinking Imperial Wine, Golden Wind Jade Dew, which only members of the imperial family were entitled to enjoy.
When court officials wanted to drink it, they could only beg the Emperor for a