"Lord Musta, my wife knows that Huaxia man... She... she definitely knows where that Huaxia man is. I only ask for a bottle of wine from you, Lord Musta, even if it's only the leftovers after you've drunk it..." The drunkard knelt on the ground in front of everyone, not daring even to lift his head as he spoke.
Ding Fan felt an intense urge to kick this man to death. It was already despicable enough that he made his wife sell her body to support him, and now, for the sake of a drink, he was pushing his wife into the fire pit.
"The person you're looking for is right here." Ding Fan coldly said to the man kneeling on the ground like a servant.
The man was startled and hesitated before looking up. When he saw Ding Fan sitting beside Musta, his eyes widened in surprise.
"He's my friend," Musta said coldly to the drunkard kneeling on the ground.
To ensure Ding Fan understood clearly, Musta spoke in Huaxia language.
