"Gentlemen, gentlemen! Let it be!"
Zhao Peng hurried over, wearing a forced smile, especially towards Wu Zhenchuan.
"Big brother, Mr. Jiang is an honored guest I invited. Today's banquet is to welcome him. Your health is not good, just let it go, there's no need to toast. Let me toast on your behalf to Mr. Jiang!"
Zhao Peng was trying to ease the tension, fearing the situation would escalate.
However, he did not expect that his words would provoke even more anger from Wu Zhenchuan.
Wu Zhenchuan's old face turned livid, the veins on his face bulging.
As a local grandmaster figure, to whom did he need to toast?
To toast this country bumpkin?
Wouldn't that be an insult to his dignity?
Moreover, there was the matter of his health...
Any observant person could see he was not unwell; it was clearly a failed Shaking Skill.
If it ended hastily like this, where would his face be? How would he continue in the future?
