After hearing Salas's words, Snake Lance Douluo's eyelids twitched wildly.
Do you even know how powerful that shopkeeper is, threatening to shut his shop down?
Before you can close it, Boss Lin will probably have scattered your ashes...
"Have you been drinking today?"
Suddenly, Snake Lance Douluo asked a question out of nowhere.
"A little..." Salas paused, but still answered honestly.
"It was wine from ninety-two years ago. His Grace the Bishop and I sampled two glasses... Would you care to try some, Your Holiness?" A thought struck Huyan Zhen, and he hurriedly offered.
"No need."
Snake Lance Douluo refused outright, then added, "Next time, don't just drink wine. Have a couple of dishes with it, too. That way, you won't get drunk so easily..."
What was that supposed to mean?
Both Huyan Zhen and Salas froze.
Just then.
Snake Lance Douluo continued, "That Little Shop isn't something you can touch. Besides, before you open any jars, the shopkeeper explains everything clearly. There's no possibility of a scam. If Huyan Li didn't get anything valuable, he can only blame his bad luck!"
"Oh, now I understand..."
Huyan Zhen drew out his words, his smile fading. "So it isn't that you don't know about the Little Shop, Your Holiness. You're playing dumb despite knowing perfectly well, and you've come to speak on its behalf..."
"You're wrong. I'm not here as its spokesman. I'm urging you to calm down for your own good."
Snake Lance Douluo shook his head slightly and said gravely, "Take my advice. Have Huyan Li come out now, then go apologize to Boss Lin together. Boss Lin is kindhearted. There's a good chance he'll let this matter pass without holding you responsible."
"What? He won't hold us responsible?"
"That's the biggest joke under heaven!"
Huyan Zhen froze at