C249 Poor Good

In an inconspicuous little tavern, Gu Tong Che was completely drunk.

The wine was like water pouring into his stomach, one cup after another. Countless empty bottles were piled in front of him, pouring down in a mess.

I deserve to die. I really deserve to die. Beat me, curse me, come on … He shouted loudly as he drank, continuously hitting his chest