Two canine humanoids dressed in sleeveless vests picked up the lion-headed man and headed toward the door, then threw him outside.
Finally, Ning Fan understood the origin of the numerous drunks on the street.
After such an event, the tavern seemed a bit quiet, even the conversations had subdued.
"The good atmosphere is just gone like that."
Ning Fan looked at Vivian with a wistful expression.
Vivian shrugged indifferently, "Why are you looking at me? You were the one who hit him."
Just then, a loud voice sounded from outside the door, "This time we have to drink heartily. After drifting at sea for more than half a year, my mouth almost tastes like a bird."
"Big brother, don't speak rudely."
"Aren't you supposed to return to the Temple tonight? This place isn't suitable for you to come."
"I have to watch over you so that you don't cause trouble. Remember that time."
"Tsk, tsk... that kid is really ruthless. I almost fell for his trick, it was really despicable."
