Jiang Ming's aura immediately frightened Zhu Dage. Zhu Dage felt his entire body tremble.
However, his whole body was in pain. He could not reply to Jiang Ming at all.
In the end, he held his breath and said, "Sir, please save me."
Jiang Ming sat leisurely at the side. When he saw the unopened wine bottle beside him, he slowly opened it again and poured the wine into a glass.
After taking a sip, Jiang Ming frowned and looked at Zhu Dage. "Your wine is awful. I thought it was some good wine."
Zhu Dage's sore spot had already swelled up like a balloon.
Seeing how big the swelling was, Zhu Dage panicked. He said while trembling, "How could this be… Why is there such a big swelling?"
Jiang Ming saw it clearly.