C159 Deceiving all the murderers in the city

"Uncle, try my wine. I can't drink it outside."

"That's not necessarily true, speaking of wine, I've been …" Iron Vice Bureau stopped speaking halfway through his sentence. He took a deep breath and smelled a unique aroma of wine.

"Good wine." The old man subconsciously sighed with emotion. He placed the cup in front of me, clearly showing his intention