"These are your subordinates. You don't mind us eating some, right?" The Pig Ghost King wolfed down his food, revealing his blood-stained teeth.
In comparison, Fish Gills next to him looked much more refined. He held a knife and cut some meat into his mouth. Then, he took a sip of wine and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief from time to time.
Judge Pan Kui did not eat anyone, or rather, he was already full. He was carefully admiring a picture.
"Sir, please do as you please. If it's not enough, there's more outside." He Chuan laughed when he heard the Pig Ghost King's words.
"This Demon Suppressing Painting." Judge Pan Kui seemed to have a hidden meaning as if he couldn't bear to part with it.
"If Milord likes it, feel free to take it." He Chuan said straightforwardly.
"A gentleman doesn't snatch what others like." Judge Pan Kui pretended to decline but showed no signs of returning it.