The upstairs experts were all shocked, thinking that the Demon Chief indeed had a peculiar fetish for eggs, truly fierce!
If a man loses this thing, then what kind of man is he anymore?
Among the group of experts, only Han Shan remained calm and composed, sipping tea with an extraordinary demeanor.
On the stairs, a clatter of footsteps approached.
With each step, the tables and chairs in the room would tremble.
This footstep seemed to carry a unique rhythm, compelling those inside to hold their breath in concentration, feeling an increased pressure as if about to witness a wild beast approaching from below.
Unexpectedly, a young man accompanied by two stunning women came into their view, making them all widen their eyes in surprise.
In the hands of this young man, he carried a shiny knife.
The knife was stained with blood, flashing a chilling light.
