"A toast to your beauty." Richard sliced off the neck of the crystal wine bottle with a single slap. Mimicking Elise's elegant demeanor, he took a small sip of wine. "The proverb says, 'The bird that takes the lead gets shot,' and I understand that principle all too well! Paul Newman must already hate me to death—taking down three Dreadlords hit him like a lightning bolt. However, it's only a matter of time before he snaps out of his shock and comes up with a way to deal with me! As for that little wretch Jia Bao, if she really is a competent Witch King, then if she can't make use of me, I suspect she'll choose to cripple my martial arts to minimize the threat. In short, I've already braced myself for danger!"