"What the hell do you people want?!"
Zhu Shou was terrified. Even though he'd seen his fair share of scheming and big setups, the implications behind this young man's smile sent chills down his spine.
Crazy! This Shen guy is insane! No, Shen couldn't possibly have the guts for this—it must be Jiang Cheng behind him, right? Zhu Shou couldn't help but guess.
In an instant, a flood of information overwhelmed Zhu Shou's mind, shattering his usual composure and leaving his thoughts tangled in chaos.
Shen Hao stayed seated, pouring himself another glass of Wuliangye—the bottle he'd brought along. Rumor had it the Zhang Family had recently tweaked the process and upped the strength, coming in at around thirty-seven, thirty-eight percent alcohol now. The taste was much improved.
