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"He is my daughter's friend, and I owe him a favor."

Tang Zhenxiong looked at Song Wenxuan and threw a few words slowly: "I know he has a grudge with Brother Zhang, but I, Tang Zhenxiong, actually agreed to reconcile. Then I hope both sides can forget the grudges in the past. Maybe you can't be friends, but I don't want you to be enemies. Brother Zhang, give me a favor, right?"

He pointed to Song Wenxuan with a calm expression and added softly: "No matter how arrogant Song Wenxuan is, he is always a young person's character. Didn't Brother Zhang make the north of the city all the same when he was young? Why should you be angry?

So Tang dared to ask Brother Zhang to let him go, and the Tang family will compensate the medicine for brothers from the Axe Sect."

"Ye Lingtian is Song Wenxuan's brother. It's natural for him to help his brother come forward. What's the point of Brother Zhang?"

"Okay, if you, Boss Tang, I, Zhang Xiangdong, gave him a way out. Forget the medicine costs, there are still a few people who have committed evil money in the Axe Gate."

Zhang Xiangdong laughed loudly, not at all the anger of more than a hundred subordinates: "But he apologized purely for three glasses of wine, that's not enough. His grandmother's sincerity is really not enough. Song Wenxuan wants to erase the grudges with the Axe Gate and drink these ten bottles of wine for me. I promise that the grudges will be eliminated."

"Brothers from Axe Sect will be convinced!"

With Zhang Xiangdong's wave of his hand, the person below took up ten bottles of white wine and quickly opened the lid. However, although this kind of strong wine is mellow, it also means that the concentration is amazing. If you drink ten bottles, you will be disabled. So Zhang Xiangdong looked at Song Wenxuan with fun: "How? Am I sincere enough?"

"After drinking it within two hours, everyone is no longer an enemy. Ye Lingtian is your brother, and he cut his hands, but he is coming forward for you. This wine is yours, you drink it."

"One hand, one or two wine, one hundred hands, ten bottles of wine!"

Zhang Xiaolin shook his fingers: "Boy, don't suffer any loss."

Tang Zhenxiong swept over the special sorghum wine that was stronger than vodka, frowned slightly and said, "Sect Master Zhang, your sincerity sounds very good, but how many people in the world can drink ten bottles of such wine? If you pour this jar of sorghum wine into it, let alone a human, even an elephant is afraid that it will be difficult to support it."

"Overall?"

Zhang Xiangdong smiled vigorously like a poisonous snake, and replied in a gentle tone: "Boss Tang, it's not too much. One or two wine with one hand is already for Boss Tang's sake. I have tried my best to convince the top ten veterans in the gang to adopt this kind of mediation wine. If Song Wenxuan can't even handle this, it will be really hard for me to do it."

He pretended to be helpless: "One hundred hands, ten bottles of wine, Boss Tang, the bottom line."

Although Tang Zhenxiong had enough strength to ignore this condition, he was not inconvenient to say anything more when Zhang Xiangdong hid his needles in a cotton area like this.

Of course, the Tang family directly put pressure on the Axe Gate to calm the grudges, but to deal with the matter, it still needs to be convinced. Otherwise, Song Wenxuan would still have hidden dangers in the future, and he would be greatly reduced if he came forward.

But Tang Zhenxiong knew even more that Zhang Xiangdong's ten bottles of wine were not so easy to drink. The young Song Wenxuan probably died after drinking it. This old man really killed people without blood. He gave Song Wenxuan a chance to reconcile on the spot, but in fact he used the strong wine to kill people. Zhang Xiangdong's mind was as rough as ever.
Chapter completed!