Drunk from the night before, Bighead Fang staggered and swayed as he entered the courtyard.
That afternoon, to bid farewell to several good sworn brothers, he had deliberately hosted a banquet in the main hall on the ground floor of Chen Jinyin's Wangjiang Tower, casually calling along a few dock managers to join them. The wine he had downed at noon still hadn't worn off. Fugui was jumping up and down, roaring at the top of his lungs in the courtyard; if not for four old veterans from Beiguan holding him back, Fugui would have already picked up a club to beat someone.
The three secret guards arranged by Changye could only shake their heads in exasperation. *Damn it, these Beiguan veterans are nothing but a bunch of good-for-nothing wine bags and rice sacks.*
Chapter 169