Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Iron Wall Pass, the garrison commander's residence.

"Bang—crash!"

Wu Zhong kicked over the low mahogany table in front of him, and the fine wine, meat and dishes rolled all over the floor, mixing with the dust and forming a sticky mess.

His chest heaved violently, and he still gripped the murderous knife in his hand.

A drop of crimson blood slowly slid down the tip of the knife.

That bastard Wang Defa, and that bitch!

The thought of that adulterous couple rolling around in bed made Wu Zhong's anger surge uncontrollably.

He felt like the top of his head was so green that a horse could run on it.

The more I thought about it, the more intense the nameless fire burned.

"Someone come here!"

He let out a beast-like roar towards the door.

A bodyguard scrambled in, knelt on the ground trembling, and didn't dare to lift his head.

"General..."

"Go! Bring me back a few young and beautiful women!"

Wu Zhong's voice was rough and unruly.

"I need to vent!"

"Yes! Yes!"

The guards were terrified and quickly bowed and retreated, not daring to linger for even a moment longer.

No sooner had the guards left than a figure carrying a wine jar sauntered in from outside the door.

The visitor was Zhao Dezhu.

His gaze swept over the mess on the ground, then landed on Wu Zhongzhong, whose face was full of rage, and his face immediately filled with a concerned smile.

"Brother, who made you so angry?"

When Wu Zhong saw that the person who came was his trusted captain, he finally found an outlet for his suppressed anger.

He plopped back into his chair, took a few heavy breaths, and waved his hand irritably.

"sit."

"Don't even mention it, it makes me furious just thinking about it!"

Wu Zhong cursed angrily, but didn't elaborate.

He didn't want to air his dirty laundry in public; he didn't want everyone to know that he had been cuckolded.

"You've come at the perfect time, come have a few drinks with me!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Dezhu's eyes lit up.

It's like my wish came true.

He immediately went along with it, slamming the wine jar he was holding heavily onto the table.

"Thump!"

"That's wonderful! I came here today specifically to keep you company with drinks and help you pass the time!"

As Zhao Dezhu spoke, he deftly tore open the seal on the wine jar.

A rich aroma of wine instantly filled the entire room.

"Brother, please try this. It's 'Drunken Immortal's Brew' from that newly opened tavern in Guanli. I went to great lengths to get you a jar!"

Zhao Dezhu found two clean wine bowls and poured a full bowl for Wu Zhong.

The amber-colored liquid sloshed in the bowl.

Wu Zhong really needed alcohol to numb himself. He picked up the glass, about to drink it all in one gulp.

But just as he brought the wine bowl to his lips, he suddenly stopped.

Wu Zhong turned his head and looked suspiciously at Zhao Dezhu beside him.

For some reason, he felt that Zhao Dezhu was acting strangely today.

That solicitous manner and eager expression had an inexplicable strangeness about it.

Zhao Dezhu felt a chill run down his spine when Wu Zhong looked at him.

not good.

This old fox!

Why are you still so suspicious!

"Why isn't Big Brother drinking?"

Zhao Dezhu suppressed his inner turmoil and forced a smile onto his face.

"Could it be... that you're afraid I'll poison this wine?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhong suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Hahaha!"

"Bullshit! We're brothers, we crawled out of piles of corpses back in the day, do you think I wouldn't trust you?"

Wu Zhong said this, but he didn't bring the wine bowl to his lips again. Instead, he put it back on the table with a "thud".

You damned old bastard!

You really don't trust me!

Wu Zhong put down his wine bowl.

Zhao Dezhu cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind, but his face still showed a look of being so moved that he was about to cry.

"I knew my brother still remembered! Back then, we were under the swords of those northern barbarians..."

He was about to reminisce about the bitter past and appreciate the present, but Wu Zhong impatiently interrupted him.

"Alright, alright, let's not bring up such old, trivial matters!"

Zhao Dezhu immediately shut up, and without saying another word, picked up another bowl on the table and filled it to the brim.

"Brother, in gratitude for your past kindness, I'll drink this first as a sign of respect!"

After saying that, he tilted his head back and gulped down the entire bowl of wine, not leaving a single drop.

After finishing his drink, Zhao Dezhu deliberately turned the bowl upside down to show Wu Zhong, then exhaled a long breath of alcohol, his face showing an expression of utter satisfaction.

"Good wine! It's damn good wine!"

After doing all this, Zhao Dezhu looked at Wu Zhong as if he had just remembered.

"Hey? Big brother, why aren't you drinking yet?"

"Hurry and try it! I'm not kidding, this wine is so rare, every bowl you drink is one less you can have. Once it's gone, it's gone forever!"

Wu Zhong stared at Zhao Dezhu's face for a long time. Seeing that Zhao's complexion was rosy and his eyes were clear, and that he did not seem to have any problems, Wu Zhong's doubts finally disappeared.

"Hahaha! Great!"

"Since my brother has put it that way, then I'll try this 'Drunken Immortal Brew' today and see what it tastes like!"

Wu Zhong picked up the bowl of wine again, and this time, without any hesitation, he brought it directly to his lips.

Become!

Zhao Dezhu was overjoyed.

That old bastard, he's a real sly fox!

Thank goodness I took the antidote beforehand, otherwise I would have really been in your hands today!

Drink up!

Drink it now!

This "Seven-Day Soul-Severing Powder" is colorless and odorless; once ingested, it cannot be detected for a short period of time.

Seven days later, he died from the poison, and not a trace could be found on his body. Even if a god came, he wouldn't be able to find out that I did it!

As Zhao Dezhu watched Wu Zhong's wine bowl get closer and closer to his mouth, it was as if he could already see those ten boxes of glittering gold beckoning to him.

However, just as Wu Zhong's lips were about to touch the rim of the bowl...

"Whoosh—!"

A sharp whistling sound suddenly rang out!

Zhao Dezhu didn't even have time to react before he saw a dark figure flash in through the doorway like lightning!

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The wine bowl in Wu Zhong's hand shattered with a crack.

The icy liquor mixed with sharp porcelain shards, splashing all over Wu Zhong's head and face.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

The smile on Zhao Dezhu's face froze completely.

Wu Zhong was completely stunned.

He slowly lowered his head, looking at his empty hands, still dripping with wine, his mind blank.

"who!"

Wu Zhong let out a deafening roar and suddenly grabbed the large knife from the table.

"Get the hell out here!"