C117 Mr. Doe

And right now in the middle of West Market, the main culprit, Mr. Dong Li, was holding onto a jug and pouring wine bowl after bowl for himself, drinking it nonstop.

He waited until half a jar of wine had been drunk before putting down the jar. He burped in satisfaction and muttered, "No, no."

"Mr. Dong Li, Mr. Dong Li?"

The waiter had already prepared a pen and paper when Mr