At The Critical Moment

"How is it? Are you afraid? It’s too late!" The blue clothed young man had a complacent expression from borrowing the might of others when he saw the change in Zhang Shou Yong’s expression.

"Even if I’m afraid, it isn’t of you." Zhan Shou Yong glanced at the blue clothed young man with disdain, and then he raised the wine gourd from his waist had poured wine down his mouth as he gulped down large mouthfuls of wine.

When he saw Zhang Shou Yong still had the mood to drink wine when being surrounded by them, the blue clothed young man couldn’t help but laugh coldly. "Drink, drink… You’re bound to drink for the last time in your lifetime."

"You’re too noisy!" Zhang Shou Yong who was drinking wine suddenly shouted out explosively.

Right when the three young men that surrounded him couldn’t help but be shocked for a moment, he struck out swiftly.