When the other seven people heard Fang Zhenye's words, they could not help but gasp.
How could eight of the top experts in Huaxia be so afraid of a twenty-year-old young man?
What the f*ck was going on?
However, even though they wanted to retort, they did not dare to say anything. After all, Fang Zhenye was their leader.
…
Capital City, 1am.
Silence.
A few drunk men who had just finished their supper swaggered past the Autumn Water Street in the capital.
"I think I can still drink some. I'm not drunk... Give me wine, and I can still drink ten bottles..."
A drunkard who was being held up by two people stretched out his hand and muttered.
"Old Jiang, you've already vomited three times, and yet you dare say that you're still not drunk? Let's go. I'll bring you back. Even if you're heartbroken, drink less. If you don't get rid of the old, new won't come," a bespectacled young man with a slightly red face said patiently.
