Don't be fooled by Gao Yixiong's burly appearance; he's actually somewhat tactful when he speaks.
"Lord Lin, as the saying goes, 'no fight, no acquaintance.' After what happened at the port, I have already scolded my subordinates harshly." Gao Yixiong stood up, holding a wine jug in hand and poured wine for Lin Fan, "I offer you a toast."
What is this?
So he invited him here for a meal just to say these meaningless things?
And now with this invitation and wine pouring, there's definitely some scheme brewing in this seemingly bright yet undeniably shady private room.
"No need, I won't drink this wine," Lin Fan raised his hand to refuse, "I'm worried you might have poisoned it."
Gao Yixiong froze, his hand holding the wine cup trembling slightly, "Lord Lin, I'll drink some too, later on. If the wine were poisoned, wouldn't I also be poisoned to death?"
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong. You could've taken an antidote beforehand, couldn't you?" Lin Fan replied.
