Zhang Nanhai waved his hand and dismissed everyone.

After everyone left, Zhang Nanhai sat alone on the top of Yanshan Mountain drinking.

As the saying goes, it�s always cold at high places.

At this time, Zhang Nanhai really felt the pressure.

That kind of unprecedented pressure.

The survival of mankind depends entirely on him, almost making it difficult for him to breathe.

It has only been a few years since Zhang Nanhai became the number one person in the world.

Before this, his position had always been occupied by Mark.

Zhang Nanhai couldn't imagine that the pressure Ye Fan endured in those years would not be any less than him.

Zhang Nanhai raised his head and took several gulps of strong wine.

At this time, low footsteps came from behind.

"Senior Chu?"

Zhang Nanhai suddenly turned his head and looked behind him with joy.

He thought that Mark was back to help him.

However, after turning around, what he saw was indeed Mo Wuya.

"Wuya, it's you."

Zhang Nanhai was a little disappointed. After saying hello, he turned around and continued drinking.

Mo Wuya walked forward and sat down next to him.

He took the wine bottle from Zhang Nanhai's hand and drank a few sips himself.

"Nanhai, I remember you didn't drink before."

"At that time, you were like a fledgling college student who didn't dare to speak loudly."

"I'm just studying your formation."

"I laughed at you for being a nerd."

"But it's only been a few years, and I've already learned how to drink away my sorrows." JrNovels.com