"At Stability Province, my brother Jiang Changkong faced dozens of peak Star Spirits all by himself.
Guess what happened? One move—my brother only used one move. Half were killed or wounded, and the other half were severely injured."
Whether it was the alcohol reddening his face or excitement flushing it red, no one knew.
Fatty Nan's plump face was crimson, spittle flying everywhere. "You didn't see that scene. If you had, you'd have been scared stupid."
"Young Master Nan, was he really as formidable as you say?" Several youths followed beside him, their faces filled with shock.
"Not a single word is false. You know how one man can build a city? Brother Changkong cleared out Star Demons for a hundred miles all by himself, without needing any help."
Nan Tianpang's fat cheeks trembled as he let out a drunken burp. "Let me tell you another secret: Brother Changkong and I are actually sworn brothers."
"??"
Jiang Changkong was completely dumbfounded. When the hell did I ever become sworn brothers with you?
"Nan Tianpang."
Nan Tianpang instantly bristled. "Who? Who dares call me that? Are you looking to die? Do you know my brother is Jiang Changkong?"
Bang!
Nan Tianpang was sent sprawling onto the floor. The several youths instantly flew into a rage. "Who are you? How dare you attack Young Master Nan?"
Nan Tianpang climbed up from the ground and glared furiously at the person who had struck him. Then he shuddered and sobered up somewhat. "Ch-Changkong, brother."
"Heh." Jiang Changkong sneered. "Why don't I remember ever becoming sworn brothers with you?"
"Cough, cough. Brother Changkong, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Come, come, let's have a drink together."
Nan Tianpang gave an awkward laugh and hurriedly pulled him toward a private room nearby.
"No need. Han Jiangbei