C99 He Caught an Old Grandpa

Yeh Wuming's right hand nails elongated, deftly slicing open the artery on his left wrist.

Pale blue blood oozed out, falling onto the pitch-black parchment of the contract.

A cold fire seemed to burn in the depths of his deep blue eyes.

He turned to Ye Kong, the message clear: I've done my part; now it's your turn.

Ye Kong mulled it over, scrutinizing the contract once more