Bai Shaojie held the glass of wine and squatted down in front of the man again.
"Brother, don't be so excited. I know this wine is good. It's so good that you're so fascinated by it that you don't want to go back. I still have more here, I'll give you another cup. I'll make sure you drink to your heart's content and leave in satisfaction."
The man's inner defense completely collapsed at this moment.
He couldn't help but wail in his heart.
What nonsense was this about being delicious? how was it delicious? this was simply taking his life.
It was too terrifying. He really didn't want to experience the fear of facing death a second time.
The man's body trembled as he crawled on his knees towards Wen Muchu.
At this moment, there was no longer any pride or toughness on him.
He had completely lost to Wen Muchu.
In terms of ruthlessness, no one could compare to him.
The man kept kowtowing to Wen Muchu.
