C192 Or Is It Hell with a Knife

"Could it be that Mr Zhao doesn't want to participate?" The Mediterranean didn't believe that Zhao Qinghe wasn't interested. He naturally understood his own situation, but he could still go and take a look. He didn't have to bet.

Zhao Qinghe shook his head, put the wine in his hand to his mouth, and gulped it down. He thought about it and asked