The voice speaking was that of a rough man, sounding a bit drunk. Wu Yong's previous statement had obviously annoyed someone.
"Damn!" Wu Yong slammed his glass on the table, his face growing stern. When the old man drinks, he shouts a few grand statements; how come there's always someone who doesn't know any better?
Lin Tian turned his head to look, behind him at the large round table sat seven or eight men, looking rowdy, they were also drinking and spouting nonsense earlier, their voices no quieter than Wu Yong's. Clearly, they had drunk too much and were itching for trouble.
Wu Yong cast a wicked glance and said mocking coldly, "A bunch of bums who drank horse piss, can't even talk right, idiots!"
"Who the hell are you talking about!?"
"Kid, I think you're the one who wants to drink piss! Want me to reward you with some?"
