Under the observation of the two people, Xiong Yi drank for an entire hour in the brothel. When the hour ended, he staggered drunkenly as his guards supported him, heading toward his residence.
Xiong Yi's armor was already in the hands of other guards. Now, reeking of alcohol, he laughed arrogantly at the other guards and said, "I love this feeling so much. I am meant to be superior to others, meant to have these peasants under my control, trapping them in endless fear, leaving them unable to escape my grasp!"
"Hahahahaha, this feeling is so good. You didn't see the expressions on those women's faces just now. They were both scared and fearful, yet disgusted when they looked at me!"
"But in the end, they could only talk to me with forced smiles, call me 'sir,' pound my back, and feed me liquor. Hahahahaha, I love how they can't stand me, yet can't take me down either."
Hearing this, the other guards smiled even wider.
