Chapter 47 I Should Let You Die!

• Seeing the henchman frozen in shock and unable to react, Zvonimir impatiently raised one foot and kicked the chair, shouting angrily, "Didn't you hear me? Do you want me to pour the drink for you?"
• "No, no, no, not at all…" The henchman, terrified, turned pale and shook his head repeatedly. The table was lined with various expensive, strong liquors. If he drank them all, it would kill him. Desperate, he glanced at Daryl, pleading silently for help.
• Daryl had brought him here, but the henchman was not part of the social circle of these wolves.