Chapter 790: Ratmawati City Can't Fall

"Leave me alone, I'd like to enjoy my peace," the man said with a tired tone.

Glancing at the bottle that the woman took and put on the table, a spark of red lightning maneuvered over to it and yank the bottle back into his hand. In an instant, the man that many would recognize instantly as President Sebrof chugged the alcohol down his throat.

Seeing his condition, the woman can't help but feel helpless.

In a time of crisis such as this moment, the people in charge should be the ones that can keep their heads straight and find a way to deal with the problem. But from the looks of it, President Sebrof has no intention of doing that.

Just being in this nightclub shows that he was on the brink of collapsing already.