Tu Qianshang suddenly had a bad feeling upon seeing Long Chen’s look.

“Brat, don’t even think about doing anything crazy.”

Although he didn’t know what Long Chen was planning, after drinking with him a few times, he could tell just from Long Chen’s eyes that he was up to something evil.

“Tch, coward. I haven’t even said anything, and you’re already beating the drum of retreat. In the future, don’t ask me to drink with you again,” said Long Chen disdainfully.

“You think you can provoke me like this? Who do you think I am? Before I fled to the Wine God Palace, I dominated these lands! I’ve seen all sorts of people, and I know your type. I’m not going to take your shit.” Clearly, Tu Qianshang was someone with great experience and wouldn’t fall for his bait so easily.

He took out another jug of wine. This was a different wine that wasn’t so intense. After all, that previous wine was not used for casual drinking.

Long Chen received the jug and poured two new bowls of wine. He disdainfully said, “When did you ever dominate the lands? Weren’t you chased down by the ancient races to the point that you had nowhere to go? Weren’t you hunted like a dog? Saying that you fled to the Wine God Palace is truly accurate. If you didn’t flee like...