Demon King Team Club.
At this moment, the club has long lost its former training atmosphere.
All the players seemed as if they were half-dead, either sitting or lying there with dull eyes.
The air was thick with the smell of alcohol, and the corner was piled up with bottles!
Especially Li Wenliang, who was already completely drunk, but kept pouring more liquor into his mouth!
His heart was filled with all those comments on the internet.
Every word, every sentence was like a knife stabbing into his chest!
He felt as if he was being executed by slow slicing, with not a single part of him not in pain, not a single part not bleeding!
Only alcohol could give him some illusionary comfort!
At this time, the coach walked in.
Looking at the completely fallen Li Wenliang, he was so infuriated he couldn't even express it!
