The door had just closed when Wang Hao felt himself being lifted into the air; it turned out a bunch of brothers had hoisted him up.
"Hey, what are you guys doing?"
Wang Hao tried to stop them, not understanding their intentions, when he was suddenly thrown into the air.
Swiftly after, the three brothers, Gao Ye, were tossed up as well.
From today on, these four would become the pillars of their brotherhood.
The group played well into the night, everyone drinking quite a bit until they were sprawling unconscious on the tables.
Sun Lao San's face was also flushed from drinking, as he leaned against the door and smoked.
Seeing his brothers so happy, he smiled contentedly.
Wang Hao had also drunk a lot, but he wasn't affected. The dragon tattoo in his body was swimming through his blood, absorbing a lot of the alcohol.
"Third Brother, don't you want to go inside and rest for a while?"
