The wine table was lively, with glasses clinking and toasts exchanged.
Wang Zhou's face was slightly flushed. He was genuinely grateful to Li Zhiyong and the others because their presence in Jiangdu City had ensured its safety.
Back when he was just a constable in Jiangdu City, he had already come into contact with various noble family young masters. Some were arrogant and conceited, some merely passing time, and some had even allied with the Serpent Gang.
If asked who Wang Zhou was most thankful for,
it was still Li Zhiyong and his group.
"Come, I, Wang Zhou, offer a toast to each of you for your help to Jiangdu City over the past year. I hope your wishes come true and that you succeed in becoming part of the Immortal Sect." Wang Zhou stood up, lifting his cup, his gaze sincere, and drained it in one gulp.
Lin Fan watched Wang Zhou.
