Chapter 1072
- “Old Seven... what’s up? You drunk?”
- Fatty Zhou rushed over and hauled Ruan Old Seven to his feet. He was counting on him to show off in front of Lin Shicong’s crew—and maybe reopen the talk on splitting the profits.
- Ruan Old Seven slowly came to, shaking off the fuzzy haze. He shook his head, then muttered, bitter and tight, “Yeah. Got hammered. Got jumped.”