Chapter 812: Isn’t He a God? Does He Also Have Days of Failure?_1

Chapter 812

Chloe Collins' eyes squinted in suspicion.

She shifted her gaze toward the crimson liquid. Slowly, her hand reached out to take it.

As her fingers clasped the stem, a smirk sprung onto the lips of Cold Lizard.

The remnants of a powdery substance that he had just slipped into her drink still lingered on the table.

It was the kind that could make one involuntarily shed their clothes upon consumption.

As Chloe raised her head leisurely, the insidious twist in his eyes intensified.

Suddenly, with a "splat," the wine splashed onto his masked face, his lips, his chest!

"I've warned you, no games. If you want to fight me, face me fair and square. Dirty tricks like these only make me look down on you more."

A murderous glint flashed in Cold Lizard's eyes, quickly replaced by a burst of raucous laughter.

He stuck his tongue out, licking the spattered wine from his lips, and then abruptly reached out to grab Chloe's neck.

However, the outcome caught him off-guard.