Drinking and Killing

Bang!

The suddenly flying head smashed the food and wine from the table all over the floor, startling Old Black and the others into shrill cries.

"Fuck your mother!"

Old Black sprang up from his stool, knife in hand and eyes wide, about to curse Zhang Sanxian.

But when Zhang Sanxian's hollow eye sockets drifted toward him in an eerie "look," the terror and fury filling Old Black's chest instantly turned to panic.

He did not know why he was so frightened.

He only felt as though a sharp blade were pressed against his heart.

If he dared spit out even half a filthy insult, he would die.

Scarface and Goatee beside Old Black, who had likewise risen to their feet, were also "watched" by Zhang Sanxian's hollow eye sockets. Their former arrogance and ease vanished, and with a shudder, they obediently sat back down.

The other martial world folk present all wore looks of shock, abruptly stopping their eating, drinking, and chatter.

Thus, the bustling tavern hall suddenly fell silent and cold.

Only Zhang Sanxian continued to gulp and chew noisily, the sounds carrying in every direction.

As for Old Six, seated opposite him with blood all over his face, his expression was filled with terror, and his entire body shook without stop.

He was simply too close to Zhang Sanxian—close enough to constantly feel wave after wave of tide-like killing intent rolling off the other man.

Old Six swallowed and stammered, "Z-Z-Zhang Sanxian, y-you—"

"Shut your mouth."

Zhang Sanxian poured himself a cup of wine and drained it as he said, "We'll talk after I've eaten my fill."

At that moment, everyone in the hall finally came back to their senses. They began chattering and crying out in alarm, all turning their gazes toward Zhang Sanxian.

Those gazes