Dead
"What do you want, King?" the blindfolded blond woman asked calmly.
"Haha, I wanted to talk with you alone, but you have so many guards. Aren't you being a bit petty?" King chuckled, glancing around the room.
It might look like they were empty at first glance but that overwhelming killing intent that was being drawn towards him was definitely true.
"Well, for a beggar and a beaver dog, what if it bites and spreads its rabies to other people? That wouldn't be too good, would it?" she replied, her tone still calm, though laced with venom.
King's brow twitched. Her words struck right at his pride, cutting deep because she was speaking facts. His condition was extremely miserable: his clothes were baggy and torn, a pungent smell emanated from him, and he was entirely covered in dirt.
"Are you going to mock me the entire time?" King asked, veins popping on his forehead as his hidden hand clenched into a fist so tightly that it bled.