By the time dinner ended, Director Zhou was already too drunk to walk.
In the end, Liao Wensong and Chen Bin had to support him on either side, help him downstairs, and get him into the car.
After watching the black Buick slowly drive away and disappear into the night, Jing Xianfeng, Duan Shenghua, and the others staggered off to their own cars.
They had inflicted ten thousand casualties at the cost of eight thousand of their own.
They had successfully drunk Director Zhou under the table, but they had put away plenty themselves.
It was 52-percent Wuliangye, and each of them had drunk at least half a liter.
That just went to show that Director Zhou really did live up to his northeastern roots. He could certainly hold his liquor!
Zhou Yi took the mineral water Chen Zhong handed him and drained more than half the bottle in one go, finally easing his thirst.
As the director's driver and bodyguard, Chen Zhong knew very well that Director Zhou habitually drank plenty of water after drinking alcohol.
At that moment, Zhou Yi's eyes were clear and his expression calm. Apart from his flushed face, he showed no sign of intoxication.
The bait was out. Now it was just a matter of waiting for the fish to bite!
Of course, it might not be a fish that took the bait. It could be a bastard instead!
Turning to watch the neon lights flicker past the window, he suddenly remembered something he had read online-
The flowers of evil loved to bloom at night, and fallen souls always loved to wander through the darkness.
This was a graveyard for the innocent and the weak, a paradise for schemers and predators.
The ugliness of human nature, unchecked desires, filthy dealings, bloody deaths...