Monster

Late at night, the lights were still on in a side courtyard of the Wu Family.

During the day, Yang Han's right arm had been broken by Wei Luo. It was now in a cast, and he was drowning his sorrows in drink.

Gulp, gulp.

After draining half a jar of strong liquor at his side, Yang Han grabbed the wine jar and smashed it on the ground.

"Shameless Wei Luo! If not for that sneak attack, how could he possibly have beaten me?"

His old face was full of indignation as he shouted angrily.

Looking at the wine jars scattered all over the floor, the attendant could only agree repeatedly in helplessness before saying,

"Master Yang, it is getting late. You should rest. The physician instructed you not to drink after being injured."

"I'm a martial artist. What can't I drink? It's all bullshit!"

Yang Han immediately barked a rebuke, then glared toward the side with his old eyes.

"Hm? There's no more wine?"

Yang Han shouted at the attendant again.

"Go! Bring me more wine!"

The attendant looked even more helpless.

"Master Yang, you've already drunk all the wine in the house."

"Then get the hell out and buy some! If you can't bring any back, I'll kill you!"

The attendant's expression instantly changed, and he hurriedly ran out to look for wine.

Thud, thud, thud.

Before long, there came a knock on the door.

"You brought the wine back so quickly, yet you dared say there was none in the house? What a slippery little bastard."

With a creak, the door opened, and someone entered from outside.

"Where's the wine?... No, who are you?!"

It was only when Sun Qianchuan approached that Yang Han realized the person who had entered was not the attendant, but someone with