That afternoon, word of Han Hui vomiting three liters of blood spread like wildfire.
It was said that after Han Hui received the letter, his rage had attacked his heart. He could no longer suppress his injuries, and his celestial decline had worsened to the point that he was nearly completely losing control.
For a moment, it stirred up another citywide storm and waves across the four seas. The entire East City Wild Bazaar came to a complete standstill. Everyone feared for themselves, and it nearly sparked internal strife. "What do you think?"
Chen Xingzhou asked over the phone.
"I'm sitting in a wheelchair watching. What else am I supposed to think?" Ji Jue calmly ate his dinner, his chopsticks never stopping. "His mental fortitude is lacking. He can't handle the pressure. How is that anyone else's fault?"
Chen Xingzhou immediately laughed. "People outside are saying that one letter from Master Ji killed Han Hui without spilling a drop of blood. They're saying your schemes run as deep as the sea and are impossible to fathom."
"That's why they say a shameless person is invincible."
Ji Jue let out a cold laugh. "He spent most of his life keeping up appearances, then suddenly decided he didn't need a face anymore. How could the results be bad? At the very least, Lord Han's acting is worthy of praise."
Vomiting three liters of blood, hanging on by a thread?
If Ji Jue believed even a single word of it, he might as well have been a complete idiot.
At a moment like this, if something like that had really happened—no, forget vomiting blood. Even if Han Hui had merely coughed twice and looked a little weak, he should have guarded it closely and concealed it with the utmost care. How could he