A Laugh on the Vast Sea

Zhou Qiubai watched that shrinking figure.

"Damn! I totally forgot that old man was still a Title Douluo."

Yang Guyun looked at him expressionlessly.

"You did that on purpose."

"Of course I did." Zhou Qiubai sounded perfectly justified. "He wants to be a hands-off boss? Not a chance. We're not taking the blame for this."

Had anyone asked him if he wanted to be city lord?

Why did everything have to be dumped on him?

He had been born free and easy, and he meant to leave free and easy too. Where had all these restraints come from?

Before he had even finished speaking, an exasperated roar came from Lower Cliff.

"You little brat, just you wait!"

Zhou Qiubai picked at his ear, pretending not to hear, then turned back to look at that hundred-story stone tower.

Unfortunately, it was gone now.

But Canghai City had not been built on Canghai Tower. Canghai City was the city of a generation, not the city of a tower.

He withdrew his gaze, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go. Time for a drink."

The banquet was set out noisily on the training ground. The tea stall had become a wine stall, and at a glance, it seemed almost the whole city had come.

Zhou Qiubai sat at the main table.

It was called the main table, but in truth, it was just the table closest to the charcoal stove.

Lu Qinghou pressed him into a chair, and before his backside had even settled, Huzi came over with a sea bowl, thrusting it fiercely in front of him.

"City Lord! I'll toast you first!" Huzi grinned with excitement all over his face.

Zhou Qiubai took the huge sea bowl, then looked up at Huzi's wide, delighted smile