"You wouldn't happen to be a priest, would you?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"You're very clever, young man. Unfortunately, our sect's doctrine doesn't include self-sacrifice."
The priest replied.
"Well, having mutual benefit is good enough. Will a bottle of Silver Label get you to sign for my delivery? Infinite Heavenly Venerable."
He took out a bottle of Silver Label.
Without Silver Label vodka, he could only produce a bottle of Silver Label whiskey.
"Hmm..."
The priest gazed at the Silver Label, unable to hide his longing.
Even on normal days, Silver Label from Du Kang Wine Workshop isn't something you can casually drink, much less at a time like this.
"A bottle of Silver Label isn't enough to buy my life, young man. But, I'm willing to give you a chance. Come in, and close the door behind you."
The priest walked inside, obliviously exposing his back without any precautions.
Of course, Liu Zheng had no intention of launching a sneak attack.
