When Chu Xisheng woke from his hangover, Iron Bull Jia Dali was sitting in a private room on the third floor of the Fragrant Pavilion in Ancient Market Town, clutching a bronze wine pot and desperately pouring wine down his throat.
There was no one beside him except a beautiful woman in revealing clothes, with a seductive figure.
The woman was called Zi Yun, the Fragrant Pavilion's leading courtesan.
Almost everyone in Ancient Market Town knew she was the favorite woman of Jia Dali, the Iron Banner Gang's Ancient Market Hall Master.
But when Jia Dali finished the wine in his pot and reached for another on the table, Zi Yun extended her slender, jade-white hand and swept all the wine pots off the table, sending them clattering to the floor.
Wine flowed everywhere, its fragrance filling the room.
Jia Dali froze briefly, then a scarlet tinge appeared in his eyes as his temper verged on violent fury.
His eyes bulged like bronze bells as he glared at Zi Yun. "What? Even you want to defy me and stop me from having my way?"
"So what if I defy you? What if I go against you?"
Zi Yun raised her chin slightly, meeting his gaze without a trace of fear. "Look at yourself. I can't stand seeing you this spineless! When I first met you, I thought you were a great hero whose spirit soared ten thousand fathoms, a man who could hold up heaven and stand firm upon the earth. Instead, you're a pathetic worm who gives up on himself after the slightest setback.
"Aren't you just resentful that the West Mountain Hall Master acquired Zuo Qingyun's territory and men at the South Street Temple Fair and extended his reach into Ancient Market Town? Aren't you just unhappy that