Chen Jue somewhat regretted drinking with Biao, because once Brother Biao got drunk, he began talking nonsense and truly living up to his wild name in the rustic restaurant.
He was not throwing a drunken fit or smashing things. His voice simply grew louder as he got drunk, perhaps because the worries he had suppressed for so long had found a release.
Seeing things heading in the wrong direction, Chen Jue could only settle the bill, hoist Wang Biao onto his back, and hurry out of town.
Since they had both been drinking, Chen Jue did not drive Wang Biao's car. Instead, he raced along the mountain road carrying the sturdy young man, who weighed nearly 85 kilograms.
With Chen Jue's current strength and stamina, carrying a full-grown drunk for several kilometers along a mountain road was naturally no problem.
He even had a set of 70-kilogram training weights at home!
Before his strength attribute had reached 2, Chen Jue had jogged around the reservoir carrying those 70-kilogram weights. Now that his strength had reached 2.94, almost breaking through 3, carrying the 85-kilogram Wang Biao was naturally a piece of cake.
After returning to the old house in Wazhai and settling Wang Biao into bed, Chen Jue also felt a little tipsy. He practiced Supreme Ultimate Fist stance training in the courtyard for a while, letting the alcohol in his body evaporate with his sweat, before taking a hot shower and going inside to sleep.
They slept until after eight the next morning. Wang Biao, who had gotten plastered the night before, also forced himself out of bed. Compared with the lively Chen Jue, Wang Biao looked thoroughly wilted.
This was how people looked upon waking the day after getting drunk. After all, alcohol's damage to the brain was