The stench of blood spread.
Fresh blood soaked the empty sleeve.
Gref retracted his hand, took a handkerchief from a close confidant, and wiped his hand with disgust, "I know what you want, and I will grant it to you."
Jiang Ke didn't speak, glancing sideways at the fresh blood on his right shoulder.
Gref continued, "In three days, it's the death anniversary of the woman he desires. He will drink a lot, it's your chance to take action. I will take care of the guards for you. If you succeed, I'll provide you with a ship, so you and your woman can escape from here."
Jiang Ke still didn't speak, only watched him smile, then turned and left.
He returned to his temporary room.
This room was re-assigned to him by Lv Tianrui after expressing his gratitude, and it was pretty tidy and comfortable.
"How did you get hurt?"
Sang Yan noticed his wound the moment he entered.
