I woke up on the floor of a bar restroom with a splitting headache. My phone screen was still lit up, showing 1 percent battery, and that unread text message burned my eyes: "Bro, where the hell are you? The bar is closed!"
"Damn it!" I punched the wall. Zhao Ningxiang's final tearful cries were still echoing in my ears, yet like a coward, I had fled back to modern times once again.
Pushing open the restroom door, Xiao Wang the bartender was yawning as he tidied up the counter. "Yo, you finally up? Your tolerance is absolute trash—half a bottle of Moutai knocked you out for three days."
Chapter 138