Yu Zhenghai drank three cups of wine consecutively. Each time, the Tiger Ridge Gang's member next to him would refill his cup. "If I didn't leave the Evil Sky Pavilion, I would've died."
Mingshi Yin and Zhu Honggong were stunned.
"It's that bad?"
Yu Zhenghai nodded calmly and said, "Forget it. Let's not talk about this. Come, let's have a drink."
"…" Mingshi Yin emptied another cup with a perplexed expression on his face.
"Another."
"Uh…"
Everyone in the Evil Sky Pavilion knew that Yu Zhenghai loved to drink. He could care less about other matters, but he would insist on drinking to his heart's content when it came to wine.
Mingshi Yin was starting to feel queasy after a few cups of strong wine. "Eldest Senior Brother, we've reminisced and drank. The box…"
"Old Fourth, if I were to say that I want to keep this box to myself, what would you do?" Yu Zhenghai put his wine cup down and looked at Mingshi Yin seriously.
