Jiangcheng Martial Arts School.
Jiang Changkong had just woken up, and his head still hurt a little.
Heaven knew where that bunch had gotten their liquor. They had actually managed to drink even him, at Star Sea Peak, under the table.
Three days had passed since they divided up the assets.
Over those three days, he had not had a single moment of peace. People had dragged him out to drink and eat every day.
First Cheng Huai, then Captain Wang, Shen Jiangxing, Liang Zhe, and finally Tang Ruoxi from Kexiang.
Tang Ruoxi had also earned a share of the credit for borrowing the surveillance equipment this time, so she had treated him to a meal in thanks.
Rubbing his still-swollen temples, he circulated the Taiji Fist Classic through his body several times before finally feeling a little better.
"You're awake?" Ji Ziling sat cross-legged on the living room sofa, admiring the contents of the rare manuscript.
"I'm awake. That felt awful." Jiang Changkong shook his head. "I'm never drinking with those people again."
"You're a major figure in Jiangcheng now. You deserve the greatest merit in this major arms-smuggling case."
Ji Ziling put down the book and looked at him with her beautiful eyes. "From now on, no one in Jiangcheng will dare refuse to give you a little face."
"Aren't you the same, Senior? Let's not blow smoke up each other's asses." Jiang Changkong curled his lip.
"It's different. Your face carries more weight."
Ji Ziling pursed her lips toward the door. "That junior fellow out there is practically scared out of his wits."
"What's going on? I don't have any grudges with the school's students."
Jiang Changkong was puzzled. The people who had grudges against him had basically all been killed.
Where had this terrified junior come