When Chu Xisheng woke from his drunken stupor, Tie Niu and Jia Dali were sitting in a third-floor private room of the Hanfang Pavilion in the Ancient Market, clutching a copper liquor jug and desperately gulping down drink after drink.
Aside from him, there was no one else, only a scantily clad, enchantingly graceful woman.
The woman was named 'Zi Yun' and she was the top courtesan at Hanfang Pavilion.
Almost everyone in the Ancient Market knew that she was the most favored woman of Jia Dali, the Ancient Market Hall Master of the Iron Banner Gang.
However, when Jia Dali finished the wine in his jug and reached for another one on the table, Zi Yun stretched out her delicate, jade-like hand and swept all the jugs onto the floor, clattering loudly.
Wine spilled everywhere, the aroma filling the space.
Jia Dali was momentarily stunned, his eyes then flashing a furious crimson, emotions teetering on the edge of rage.
