Chapter 593: The Taste is Pretty Good

Zhu Feilong stared at the bottle on the ground, his face growing increasingly grim. He clenched his teeth so hard they could break. His eyes were bloodshot, as if tears of blood might spill out. He was seething with anger, yearning to tear the young man in front of him to pieces. But unfortunately, he didn't have the power to do it. Swallowing his pride, Zhu Feilong picked up the bottle of MaiDong from the ground. It was still warm. One of his hands was incapacitated, wrapped in bandages, while...