"There's money to be made," Dong and Da Shitou were not stingy this time. Although they couldn't afford the most luxurious, they still entertained the once Master and the self-proclaimed Second Master with real good wine and dishes.
Recalling the glorious years gone by, someone hugged their wine and wept, drinking it along with their snot...
The endless colorful lights of the nightlife couldn't be exhausted, and Shi Chun and Wu Jinliang, who had eaten from daylight till dark, returned slightly drunk. When they sat down in the room, they dared not lean forward at all, their bellies too stuffed.
"We've been careless, very careless. It would be terrible if someone attacked us now."
Shi Chun, leaning back in his chair with a big belly, lamented.
"Uh, pretty good." Wu Jinliang belched loudly, exhaling a strong scent of alcohol.
