The next morning, the chief of Sheep Village woke up.
If his sleepwalking time were included, he had slept for more than ten hours.
When he realized he was lying in bed shirtless, covered with a blanket, his pupils abruptly shrank, and he hastily lifted the blanket to check his pants.
Someone had changed his pants, and the soreness throughout his body gave rise to an ominous thought—it felt like the aftermath of a fight.
But this was his room, where beer cans from the previous night still lay on the floor, and among the lingering scent of alcohol seemed to mix other odors.
This was definitely not a good sign.
In an educational film he had once seen, the protagonist, A-Wei, met with misfortune after drinking.
"You're finally awake. Do you remember what happened last night?"
The sight of Big Radish Head, yawning as he walked out of the bathroom, made his eyes bulge. He glared angrily and demanded, "What did you all do?"
