Qiangsen roared out in laughter. "I can't believe I'm being recognized here! Seems like I've got my own fair share of fame. Young lad, we hit off well, wanna go get a drink together? You're of age, right?"
Wang Zheng shrugged. "I started drinking when I was 10."
"Ha! My man! Wait for me right here, I'll go back and get some."
Back in the room, four "indecent" looking persons were playing cards on Qiangsen's bed.
"You bastards! You're wearing shoes on the bed again!"
He chided, walking to the side. "Where's my beer?"
"I didn't do it. Rabbit did it," a short, dark, bulky-looking man said, giggling. Despite his honest looks, he had the most funny ideas and was the most crooked of them all.
"You piece of sh*t. You blame everything on me. How dare you say it was me?" Rabbit was a big, white man. His body was almost entirely covered in tattoos. A black, menacing rabbit was tattooed on his left cheek. Intimidating.
