Duan Rong and Zhu Peng were in the pavilion, eating stewed fish. As the clay pot was almost empty, both of them were slightly tipsy.
Zhu Peng stretched out his leg and almost kicked over an empty wine jar. He laughed, "Brother Duan, I didn't expect you to be not only excellent at investigation but also have such a good tolerance for alcohol. Since childhood, I've never really admired anyone when it comes to drinking. Today, I'm genuinely impressed!"
Duan Rong burped and laughed, "Alcohol tolerance is something you're born with..."
As Duan Rong was speaking, he suddenly furrowed his brow and abruptly turned his head to look behind him.
At the moment he turned his head, a figure leaped over the high wall from the shadowy darkness, swiftly approaching like a wild cat.
Seeing Duan Rong suddenly turn his head, Zhu Peng was naturally surprised and looked in the same direction, immediately noticing a shadow dashing toward them.
