บท 125: A new headache

Dugu Wudi's face had gone black with rage. He threw the money on the table, but couldn't help feeling a little oppressed; [It is hard to imagine that an honest and upright man like Jun Wuhui's son would turn out to be such a rascal!]

Jun Moxie got up and walked out of the room; he returned a while later, with several other men, each of whom was carrying a small jar of wine: "Well, we need to stuff their stomachs with this wine until they throw up, and vomit out the other wine!"

Mixing two different wines can be a very effective cure in some cases!

"Are you playing with me?" Dugu Wudi was even more enraged now: "You think that I haven't already tried this? I had their stomachs stuffed with all kinds of wines, but they didn't vomit!"