Ji Bo raised his wheat-colored neck, took a sip of red wine, and looked at Acheng beside him.
Acheng looked at the attendants on both sides.
The attendants looked at Qiao Qiao.
Qiao Qiao's legs began to weaken!
Ji Bo put down the red wine and smiled, "No need to be afraid. Actually, sharks are just troublesome and clueless, they don't like eating human flesh, but prefer fat. Human meat is too salty and not fat enough, so picky sharks don't fancy it. Look at you, there's hardly any meat on your bones. I bet if a great white shark took a bite, it would immediately let go—way too stringy."
Qiao Qiao, "..."
Her face turned pale as she looked at the man wearing a silver Fox Demon mask.
He sat there like an uncrowned king, every word and syllable he spoke icy and bloodthirsty, just as seductive as the red wine in his glass.
That gaze seemed to make anyone's life or death appear insignificant to him, just like stepping on an ant.
