Looking at the two old men, Lin Zhuoyun and Huang Bowen, I was very happy to tear down each other and Zhao Tiezhu could not help laughing.

"Lao Lin, remember that you were chased ten streets with a gambling debt. Who scared those people away with a kitchen knife?"

"Of course, remember, isn't that you Huang Bowen? Go for this, go for one!"

"Ha-ha, you two were real ruffians at that time, but who would have thought that you could have today!"

While Lin Zhuoyun and Huang Bowen split the tables from each other, they were still fighting for wine, while Kong Laojiu's liquor volume was not good. Imagine in...