Yang Yi felt that going out in this state was like sending Zhang Yong to his death, even though it was possible he might not encounter the assassin, what if he did.
But Zhang Yong didn't appreciate Yang Yi's concern. He grabbed Yang Yi's arm and said with dissatisfaction, "What's this, looking down on me? You think I've had too much to drink? I'll tell you!"
Zhang Yong pointed at his nose and shouted, "Even if I hadn't had a drop, it wouldn't affect anything!"
His words were all muddled, yet he still claimed he was alright. Yang Yi sighed and said in a low voice, "Brother Yong, you've told me before, people who live by the knife shouldn't drink, especially not to the point of drunkenness. I know you're upset, but the way you are now...forget it, can you go back to your room for now and get your things together?"
