"What's up? Why'd you call us out here in such a hurry? We thought something had happened to you, but you're just sitting here drinking like nothing's wrong?"
A government vehicle pulled up beside the bustling night market.
The door opened, and Meow Brother hopped out, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and beach shorts. The rear doors opened too, and the rest of the Big Bird crew piled out after him. It looked just like the legendary scene of "a van full of thugs jumping out." If they'd been carrying watermelon knives, someone would've called the cops by now.
Unfortunately, it was obvious these guys were just a bunch of buddies who'd come to grab a bite, so none of the people grilling skewers nearby paid them any mind.
Meow Brother and his buddies had driven for an hour and a half to reach the city where Brother Stick was. When they arrived, they found him sitting beside a street food stall on a "Pawa" chair, wearing a conflicted expression as he poured himself a drink.
Several empty bottles lay at his feet. It looked like Brother Stick had already started "drowning his sorrows" before they got there.
"Fuck! You think it's classy to treat us to a street food stall after we came all this way?"
Meow Brother took one look and knew something was wrong.
He cursed, then pointed at Sanwudou and told him to get food for the guys from the stall owner and bring over a few cases of beer. Then he pulled out a chair and sat beside Brother Stick. He grabbed a bottle and some chopsticks, and, showing off, popped the cap with a loud bang—only for it to hit Old Qu in the head. Brother Qu responded by raising his middle finger.
"You look