Call me Master Lin

In the private room.

Young Zhao was on the verge of crying. "What should we do? Must we really drink?"

Young Huang was feeling the same. "What else can we do? It's not like you haven't seen what's going on. Although we don't know any information about this person, Jin Shengwen didn't even dare to stand up for Young Jiang. You can imagine what kind of background he has."

"Let's find reinforcements. I won't believe that nobody in Beijing can suppress him," said Young Zhao.

"Who will we find? Tell me. Don't even think about calling your family. You've already seen the situation. Forget it, just drink." Young Huang didn't want to speak any further. This time, they had to admit defeat. He looked at the bottle of alcohol in his hands and an incomparable sense of fear rose up in his heart. However, he gritted his teeth and gulped down the alcohol.

Outside.