The messy room was divided into three sections: there was a rest area which had a few sofas and a television, a training area which had bits of broken sandbags, and a gaming area which stored the gaming equipment.
The stubbed bald man obviously had a bad temper, and his fists were like metals which were being polished. The bones which poked through his skin seemed like to be itching from time to time, and only through vigorous training would it cease. The marks on the walls must have been his 'works'.
There was an inconspicuous table at a small corner of the room, but there were no fist prints or mess around there. It looked like Wine God Elder had especially avoided that area, which he had known was his brother's respite space.
Zhou Guohong laughed merrily and said, "Hi Old Mai, you are still as energetic as before."
