Cursed Hospital (13)
"Ha!" Feng Bujue laughed when he saw that. He had a feeling he had turned from prey to predator.
"What are you laughing about? Quickly go and find my key." Victor's shrill voice started to say.
"You mean this?" Feng Bujue smiled wickedly as he took out Victor's Key from his pocket and dangled it before the goblin.
"Ah! Right! Quick, give it to me." Victor extended both hands like a child asking for a toy.
"Hmph…" Brother Jue scoffed. "I know about your secret… you greedy opportunist…" he subtly moved to the door just in case. "Sorghum Wine… is it? Hah… they cost cheap to produce but they sure sell quite nicely among the races who has a weakness for alcohol."
"Are you blackmailing me?" No wonder he was a goblin, Victor was very sharp when it came to these things.