With the Head Boss’s hand reaching toward him, Long Chen snickered mischievously and hid behind the old man. As expected, his gift of filial respect hadn’t been for nothing. The old man waved his cane, blowing away the Head Boss.

“Due to your own lack of ability, you take your anger out on a child? Can you feel the slightest bit of shame?” snorted the old man.

“Good brat, you have some guts to even scheme against us. Just wait, don’t land in our hands!” threatened the other bosses.

“Alright, then you can go and I’ll just drink alone with the old man. It just so happens that I have a few more fine wines I wanted to use to offer my respects.” Long Chen took out several wine jugs, each one of them different. He intentionally opened them slightly to allow their fragrance to wash out.

Even ordinary people would begin to salivate upon smelling this wine, let alone the Heaven Splitting Battle Sect’s people who loved wine. It possessed a fatal attraction for them.

“Cough, what would be the point of just the two of you drinking by yourselves? Don’t worry, we’ll accompany...