"Throw him off the stage!" Francois's lackeys shouted eagerly, sensing blood in the water. "He is insulting the critics with this cheap garbage!"
Elena frowned deeply, her hands gripping the velvet rope, but she did not say a word, because she trusted Rick with her life and knew he would never court death without holding a royal flush in his hand.
Rick let out a low, carrying sigh, shaking his head at the sheer stupidity of the barking dogs surrounding him, deciding that explaining the vast sky to a bunch of frogs was a waste of breath.
"You have eyes, but you all fail to see Mount Tai," Rick mocked lazily, looking directly at the panel of critics sitting in the front row. "Why don't you let someone with an actual brain look at the box before you choke on your own spit?"
