The man behind Mu Liang handed the bill of lading to the captain and said coldly, "This is something Fourth Young Master wants. Be careful."
The captain passed the bill of lading to one of his subordinates. Several police officers carried over five huge crates, and suddenly, one of them slipped and crashed onto the ground. The crate fell as well, and everyone could see the blood-red wine quickly flowing out of the wooden crate, instantly freezing over.
People swarmed over, and a mocking smile appeared on the corners of Mu Liang's lips.
The captain hastily apologized, "Fourth Young Master, I'm sorry. The weather is too cold, making the ground slippery. You see, this..."
"A bottle of this red wine costs over a hundred thousand. Who will pay for it?" demanded Mu Liang, righteously and aggressively looking at the captain. "Or perhaps you're thinking of breaking open the crates to have a look?" he added, his dominance spilling over.
