C113 The Memories of the Bell Tone

Having three bottles of thirty year old Lafite, Sui Yu practically had the urge to vomit blood. Even if he came to a western restaurant, he wouldn't dare to order three bottles of this level of liquor at once.

Thinking about his bold words just now, he really wanted to slap himself against the wall.

He was very clear that Zhong Ming only had two people behind him