Zhao Hai didn't even look at those people. He only looked at the glass in his hand and said softly, " "What's wrong? Are you all here for me?"
The vassal race members noticed that Zhao Hai's voice was very calm. He didn't seem to have any aura, but for some reason, they still felt nervous. They were very nervous, especially the few people who had been shouting. They kept swallowing their saliva, but they couldn't speak for a while.
Zhao Hai raised his head and glanced at them. Then, he turned his eyes to the wine glass in his hand. He raised the glass gently and pointed it at the sun. The blood-red wine in the glass looked even more beautiful. However, to the vassal races, it was so strange.
Finally, the vassal races couldn't take it anymore. One of them stood up, looked at Zhao Hai, and shouted, " "Mr. Zhao Hai, we would like to talk to you."
