"Twenty-one, too young to understand?"
As the words fell, Qin Shaojin threw a punch at Yu Zimu, greeting him fiercely.
Feeling a gust of wind sweeping over, Yu Zimu, despite his quick reflexes, was caught off guard and got a heavy blow on the shoulder. He hissed in pain and sharply inhaled a breath of cool air, "You hit hard, don't you? It was your own back that was in bad shape that day, can you blame it on me?"
Qin Shaojin glanced at Yu Zimu with a smile in his eyes but remained silent and sat down to one side.
Yu Zimu sat next to him, "Why aren't you playing the cripple anymore? Have the guts to glare me to death."
Qin Shaojin asked a waiter for a can of dark beer, pulled it open forcefully, and took a big drink. "It's called cutting off the snake's head to avoid hurting the mouse. You know nothing."
Yu Zimu was not annoyed; he smiled, took two skewers of kidney from the side, and handed them to Qin Shaojin, "Xiaosan, don't just drink, eat something with your drink."
