"Sir, here's your Bloody Mary."
Suddenly, the voice of a waiter from behind interrupted Xiao Zheng's thoughts.
Xiao Zheng snapped back to his senses and glanced at the bar, noticing that at some point, a glass of Bloody Mary, as crimson as fresh blood, had appeared beside his hand.
Even from afar, he could smell a heavy scent of blood.
Just looking at this Bloody Mary, he felt the blood in his veins stir restlessly, and even deep within his heart, some madness was budding.
Xiao Zheng tapped the table with his fingers, then pointed at the Bloody Mary in front of him and asked with a half-smile, "Could it be that this Bloody Mary of yours is really mixed with real blood?"
Hearing this, the waiter showed a sly grin, and provocatively replied, "What? Are you scared? Let me remind you, once served, no drinks can be returned at this bar."
"Whether you drink it or not, you still have to pay for it."
His words indirectly confirmed Xiao Zheng's suspicions.
