The door closed.
Two people stood by the entrance, guarding the door. The meaning was clear: this conversation wasn't over, and no one was leaving.
Lu Chengwen rubbed his neck and pointed at Cangyang Yiduo. "She isn't from the Ancient Martial Arts World. She's an artist. Let her leave first, then we can talk."
The man walked straight to the table, glanced at the liquor, and nodded.
"CEO Lu has good taste."
The man poured himself a glass, swirled it once, and downed it in one gulp.
"But let me tell you this: in front of me, you have no right to make any demands. From now on, all you need to do is listen obediently."
After speaking, the man sensed that something was wrong.
His mouth felt... like it wouldn't open properly!
This wine wasn't supposed to taste like this!
He looked at the bottle. It was a type of liquor he rather liked.
"What kind of wine is this?"
Zhao Ritian covered his mouth and snickered. Long Aotian wore the same wicked grin, struggling desperately to hold it in.
Zhao Ritian said, "This wine is called the Ritian Grand Slam!"
"What does that mean?"
"Heh heh, it's blended from a piss of mine!"
The man flew into a rage!
"Why the fuck are you so disgusting!?"
Zhao Ritian burst out laughing. "Why else do you think Long Aotian beat me up!?"
Long Aotian said, "I only took one sip. You were too busy putting on airs and actually drank an entire glass. Impressive, impressive!"
The man flew into a rage and struck out with his palm.
Bang!
A figure appeared and dispersed his true qi from a distance.
Long Aotian froze. "Big Brother!?"
That person removed his mask and turned around. "Aotian, it's been a long time."
Long