"Come, to celebrate our meeting, Brother Hou, why not have a good drink with me?"
Raising his cup, Zhang Suohao faced Hou Jue, whose expression fluctuated uncertainly, not bothering to hide the disdain in his eyes.
"No, thank you."
Hou Jue shook his head calmly and said, "I have been practicing martial arts recently and cannot drink."
Zhang Suohao sneered inwardly. He knew that Hou Jue must be displeased with him, but what use was his resistance? With just a word from Zhang, wouldn't Hou Jue have to drink if it was expected?
"Then, Brother Hou, what is the meaning of attending a feast and not drinking?"
A cold look passed over his face; for Zhang Suohao, although he counted for nothing among the officials of the Third Rank and had mastered only a little Dragon Tiger Qi, his identity meant he could do whatever he wanted in the insignificant Beiliang.
You refuse to drink? To refuse is to disrespect me, and to disrespect me is to disrespect the governor.
"Ah."
