A flash of a blade, a head flies high, and blood sprays across Ye Qi's face, staining his youthful features with a gruesome mask. Glancing at the lifeless corpse, Ye Qi casually grabs a nearby tablecloth to wipe his face and the short knife, then bends down to carefully examine the head. "Damn it! That damn merchant cheated me again! It's just a low-level blood slave!" He pries open the dead man's mouth, revealing terrifying fangs.