Zion was doing all that because he wanted to let all the sects and prestigious families understand that although he wasn’t strong, he was still the president of the Warriors Alliance and had supreme rights!
“Waiter, serve me wine!” Zion was asking for more wine despite being tipsy.
In recent times, the martial arts world in Jadeborough was peaceful without Jared causing trouble. Consequently, Zion was at ease, and he didn’t need to worry about getting killed by Jared anymore.
Suddenly, a person who seemed to be the manager of the premise showed up and urged, “President Zeigler, I think you’ve had one glass too many. Perhaps you should stop…”
Zion was drinking there every day, but he never paid for his drinks. However, the bar’s manager never dared to say a word in retaliation.
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