Victor raised his hand slightly and almost immediately, an eager servant hurried toward him with a handkerchief carefully placed over his palm.
With that, Victor didn't even have to clean the mess he created himself.
He merely wiped his blood stained fingers slowly against the soft fabric before casually tossing the handkerchief aside once he was done.
Meanwhile, two maids had already rushed forward to clean the table.
The once pristine white towels they carried quickly turned crimson as they soaked up the endless blood spread across the wooden surface. Even the cards themselves had become drenched red now, sticking heavily against the table while traces of blood continuously dripped from the edges onto the monochrome floor beneath them.
Yet despite the horrifying sight before everyone, nobody stepped forward to stop Victor.
Nobody even dared to say what he had done was wrong.
