Song Jue was shocked. When he realized it, he laughed because of extreme anger. "Zhu Chenggong, look at you now. Talking nonsense like a stupid scholar. Fine. I don’t have all day. Don’t give me one thousand white flag. Pah. Not even one white flag. If you can get me the blood in the same way like Xiao did, I will admit defeat and leave right away with my nephew! Well, what if you fail?"
Apparently, Zhu Chenggong was furious. He decided not to let it go. He shouted with anger, "Not white flag, just the blood? What difficulty does it have? Just say it. How much blood on the guy’s flag? You are so confident that I will fail. I guess you guys have gathered the blood from lots of men for that flag. Ten or twenty? Well you are making a mistake here. We are short for many things, but the last thing we lack of is human blood! I can get as much as I want! If I can’t make it, I call you father! How’s that sound!"
