"Keep blowing hot air—now it's a drug trade station, huh? Why not say it's a haunted house? That'd be even scarier," Chu Zhixin said with contempt before looking around at everyone:
"Don't listen to his nonsense. I think there's nothing wrong with this tavern. Besides, what are the odds of us just happening to run into a bunch of drug traffickers? Even if they really are traffickers, we're in their country to help them. I think they won't give us too hard a time."
As soon as Chu Zhixin said this, everyone began to waver. They were thirsty and tired now, just wanting to find a place to rest well. There happened to be a tavern right before them, like a lifeline in the snow. At this moment, few could resist such temptation.
Led as if by ghosts, everyone headed towards the tavern. Seeing that he had swayed them, Chu Zhixin then cast a provocative look at Hao Jian.
"Idiot," Hao Jian's lips curled with mockery. Chu Zhixin's recklessness would get these people killed.
