No unpleasantness could not be resolved by a good drinking bout. If there was, then drink two bouts, three bouts, until they were dead drunk.
After Jiang Dali and Xiao Sanxiao left the ravaged battlefield, they competed in speed.
They raced like the wind to a small town a hundred li away to drink, and after draining every drop of liquor from one of the town's taverns, they headed hand in hand to another small city a hundred li away and emptied the city's three taverns as well.
They then rushed to the largest tavern in a major city three hundred li away near the Dragon Tiger Gang, where they continued to down more than a hundred jars of wine. Only then did they feel thoroughly satisfied and pleasantly drunk, laughing heartily together.
Along the way, many players had already heard that two strange men had drunk dry all the liquor in two cities and one town. They flocked over to watch, believing they had encountered reclusive heroes of the martial world who might trigger some special Plot Quest.
Yet both men wore disguises that concealed their identities. Not a single player recognized them, and no one could even get within three zhang of them. It was as though an invisible aura surrounded their bodies, forcing anyone who approached to stop dead once they came within three zhang.
At present, Jiang Dali wore a ferocious black mask that left his mouth exposed. His hair hung loose, and the mask was painted with bizarre colors, making him look utterly terrifying.
He looked almost exactly like the Ghost Rakshasa from Wushen Jue Palace. Though no one could see his true face, his towering, muscular build beneath his tight clothes was already enough to strike fear into others.
This was only because Jiang