The students around them stared blankly at the scene before them, too shocked to speak.
They had thought the "rat" Blood Feast mentioned was merely a code name for someone with a hidden identity. They had never expected it to mean exactly what it said.
However, the Yellow Wind Little Sage currently pinning Blood Feast to the ground and beating him senseless clearly did not like that name.
Only after blood had soaked the entire carriage floor, pooling beneath their feet into a thick, sticky lake of blood, did the Yellow Wind Little Sage loosen the arm formed from wind and sand slightly.
He glanced at the clearly abnormal amount of blood on the ground and said coldly:
"Name, origins, Mythic System Diagram."
Bleeding from all seven orifices and nearly drained dry, Blood Feast trembled as he spoke.
"Blood Feast, leader of the Night Banquet Gang, Vampire Bloodline Chart..."
The Yellow Wind Little Sage's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.
But then he slapped Blood Feast across the head again and put on an irritated expression.
"Still lying! The Night Banquet Gang's leader is called Night Owl. Since when did it have a leader named Blood Feast?"
Blood Feast's eyes widened, his face full of grief and indignation. "I really am the leader of the Night Banquet Gang!"
"Then what proof do you have?" the Yellow Wind Little Sage asked coldly.
"Blood Hound, the other deputy leader, and I are biological brothers!" Blood Feast said urgently.
"And Lord Blood Puppet from the Mythology Investigation Bureau knows me too. They can all verify my identity!"
The Yellow Wind Little Sage narrowed his eyes, raised a little claw to stroke his chin, and muttered thoughtfully:
"That really is strange. I heard the Night Banquet Gang only had two leaders—Night Owl and Blood Hound."
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