C164 Zhao Jin's Drunken Risk Incident

The anger that Zhao Jin had accumulated over the past few days burst out at this moment. He roared and slammed the table. The blue and white porcelain tea cup fell to the ground with a clang.

After throwing down a silver ingot, Zhao Jin walked out of Drunken Wind Inn. There were lights all around, but the light was dim. Only the lights on Hundred Flowers Street in the distance were dazzling