"Hm."
Li Xiaoqiang nodded slightly and said, "Forget about him, let's not talk about him anymore. Come on, it's been years since we brothers have seen each other. It's time to warm up our feelings."
So, with Li Xiaoqiang leading, everyone entered the Cool Bar.
In a private room, Li Xiaoqiang and four others drank and chatted by themselves while several hostesses sat around them.
Now that they were gathered together, the topics of conversation were mostly about the good old days when they were schoolmates—fighting, flirting with girls, and so on.
As time passed, Li Xiaoqiang realized that he had become somewhat estranged from these younger brothers.
Just at that moment, a young man burst into the private room with a bleeding head.
Upon seeing this, all four of them stood up instantly, with remarkable speed.
The deep, imposing voice of Toad sounded, "What happened?"
At that moment, Li Xiaoqiang, too, had a bad feeling crawling over his scalp as he stood up.
