Bang! General Qilin just slammed at the table hardly once before laying his arm and head on it. Then, he repeatedly banged his fist at the table as if venting his frustrations at it instead. Bu Shanling behaved like no one was trying to destroy the reinforced wood and even called for a waitress to order some more booze. When the male finally stopped, she then giggled a tease again.
"There, there. It's much better for people to find you mysteriously calm rather than throwing tantrums." The Moon-Eater placed the four new jugs on the table. General Qilin lifted his dark face and grabbed a jug to down the contents again. This time, Bu Shanling didn't do anything but join him in drinking.
"I don't need to be popular to become Deputy. What made you think I have to be popular to be Deputy?!" General Qilin sneered, but he only glared at the woman.
