Red Mist Tavern.
"Don't be scared! Hurry up and kill Ash! He's acting that arrogant and you can still take it?"
"Aren't you a serial killer? How can you just let yourself get talked down like this?"
"This batch of Death Row Inmates is the most cowardly one I've ever seen!"
When they saw Scarface lower his hand, quite a few customers wailed. They were all smart people and had long since foreseen from the trial's setup that there would definitely be infighting among the Death Row Inmates, so they had bet quite a bit of money on the wager that "the Death Row Inmates will slaughter each other."
Now Scarface had actually been persuaded by Ash, and their bets were probably going down the drain.
"But that kid Ash is pretty interesting. Can we watch him go on Blood Moon Judgment a few more times?"
"I'd rather see the look on his face when he becomes Redeemed. It'll definitely be interesting."
"Is it still in time to find someone and reserve all of his and the Elf's blood? I'm getting a little hungry."
"It's not like there aren't Blood Saint Clan members in Prison. They don't even have enough to split among themselves, so how could they possibly leave any for you? Reserving whole blood... If you reserve hemorrhoid blood, maybe you'll get a little."
Lawrence, who was drinking alone, looked at Ash Hiss in the Light Screen and suddenly recalled something from the past.
That had been several years ago, back when he had not yet undergone the Blood Exchange Ritual and was still a student at Kaimeng University. Someone had handed him a flyer in the Second Canteen.
He vaguely remembered that it had been a student mutual-aid club, centered on "courage," "Wisdom," "Life," and "Joy." But