Chapter 641
: All Three Major Gangs Annihilated, Zhang Returns to the 702nd Regiment, A Gathering of
When Liao Zhizhong arrived, the ground was littered with corpses, and Wu Liuyi was leading a forensic doctor and police officers to collect information.
"What happened?"
Wu Liuyi stood up and spoke in Mandarin, “They’re all dead. They were shot down from a high place. Even Haolong’s gang members didn’t have time to get to the scene.”
Liao Zhizhong then noticed that the partition windows of all the vehicles were shattered, and the bullet marks around them had killed everyone inside.
He took a deep breath. "Who did it? Someone from within their ranks?"
Wu Liu nodded. "They've had internal strife before. I've seen gang infighting on the mainland too. Loyalty and Trust are finished."
"Alright, let's get it done."
Liao Zhizhong suppressed his shock and waved his hand.
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Inside Hung Hing, Chan Ho-nam stared blankly at the lame man that Fung Yu-sau had brought.
"You can go down now." Feng Yuxiu glanced at Chen Haonan.
Chan Ho-nam nodded and turned to leave.
Feng Yuxiu then looked at Weng Haisheng.
Weng Haisheng stared at Feng Yuxiu in shock, "You...how could you..."
"I've been keeping an eye on you. I killed all those masters in Hong Kong's martial arts world... How is your woman?"
Weng Haisheng's face was full of hostility, his hands clenched tightly. "It's nothing serious, just a burn on my arm. Someone actually targeted me."
Feng Yuxiu smiled slightly, "Want to do something big? I know who attacked you, and I can help you. Didn't you want to challenge a martial arts master? There's another one in Hong Kong."
Weng Haisheng suddenly raised his head, his eyes gleaming with intense anticipation.
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into the night.
Inside the Dongying Building.
Jiang Zhongtian sat in his office, staring at the documents and files on the table.
"These two are no good, they can't handle them."
Knock knock knock knock.
Suddenly there was a knock on the office door. Jiang Zhongtian looked up and said, "Come in."
A short man walked in and approached Jiang Zhongtian step by step.
In that instant, Jiang Zhongtian felt a chill run down his spine; this man was a cripple.
Who are you?
Under the flashing lights, the man stopped and slowly raised his head, revealing a hideous scar. "Boss Jiang, weren't you looking for me? I'm here now."
"you!"
The next second, Weng Haisheng lunged forward, leaped over the table, and smashed his knee into Jiang Zhongtian's chin.
Click.
The immense impact shattered Jiang Zhongtian's jaw instantly, and his eyes began to glaze over. "No...don't...please..."
"Mr. Jiang, may you rest in peace."
Weng Haisheng pulled out the Tangqianyan sword from his pocket and suddenly slashed it across Jiang Zhongtian's neck.
*Pfft*
Jiang Zhongtian clutched his neck and slowly died.
After killing Jiang Zhongtian, Weng Haisheng walked out skillfully, leaving corpses scattered all around him.
He quickly went down to the third floor and knocked on a door.
"Get out."
Inside, Jiang Tianyang's voice was filled with anger; he was furious because of Xiahou Wu's matter.
They spent a lot of money to hire Xiahou Wu, but unexpectedly, Xiahou Wu devoted himself to the martial arts school.
This made him extremely angry.
Weng Haisheng pushed open the door and went inside.
Jiang Tianyang slammed his hand on the table. "Get out! Who let you in?"
Weng Haisheng looked up. "Young Master Jiang, I'm here to see you off."
Jiang Tianyang looked fearful.
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Liao Zhizhong was overwhelmed by immense fear.
He stared at the files on the table in disbelief.
The police officers in the office stood up in shock.
Within just two days, all of Chung Yi Shin's top executives died.
Now, two of the top bosses of East England have also been assassinated in their offices.
Such a big thing happened in just two days. Given the level of security in Dongying, what kind of force is behind this person that could have attacked?
"Inspector Liao, what do we do?"
"I don't know, don't ask me... I'm confused right now, let me think."
Given the sheer size of Dongying, there's no one capable of taking action against it.
He couldn't figure out who had attacked Dongying, or who would be so audacious.
Meanwhile, inside Dongying, the remaining antique dealers gathered in the conference room with grim expressions.
Feng Yuxiu stood before them.
At this moment, Feng Yuxiu had completely revealed his hand; he no longer wanted to drag things out between these gangs.
What the higher-ups wanted was a swift and decisive solution, not to let him waste time between several gangs.
In fact, he couldn't take action himself, but Weng Haisheng could.
"The higher-ups' requirements are very simple: the reason why Dongying didn't disappear like all the other gangs is because of your value."
Seeing Feng Yuxiu, who was so young, the older, more sensible people looked extremely fearful.
Now that the higher-ups have revealed their hand, they can no longer resort to underhanded tactics.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have been the two bosses who were punished.
"The solution the higher-ups are giving you now is simple: they want pure businessmen, not the gangsters of the past. I hope Tung Ying can continue and bring entertainment and economic benefits to both the mainland and Hong Kong."
"Either we bring in a new group of people to manage you, or you disappear like Zhongyixin, and then we take over."
"However, we still hope that the affairs of Dongying can be taken over by you locals. As long as you are obedient, it can naturally continue."
"I wonder what defines a pure businessman?" Old Ji asked softly, looking up.
The other shareholders also looked to Feng Yuxiu.
Feng Yuxiu smiled slightly, "Don't play dumb with me. Do you really think the higher-ups aren't planning to deal with you? Hong Kong is an economic port, and its future is one of booming economic development, not one that's being held back by rats like you..."
"understand!"
Everyone stood up and nodded.
"Good to know. So, those that should be disbanded should be disbanded... Fighting and killing are outdated. What we need are pure businessmen."
After saying that, Feng Yuxiu turned and left.
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Inside Hung Hing.
Feng Yuxiu looked at Chen Haonan.
Chan Ho-nam immediately spoke first, "I'll handle the Hung Hing people myself. I'll disband my underlings. The other branches have already been granted permission to go to Chinatown in America; their previous identities were overseas Chinese..."
Feng Yuxiu was somewhat surprised, "You knew I could handle Hung Hing?"
Chan Ho-nam gave a wry smile. "I've been in the underworld for decades, so I have a good eye for people. If I couldn't see this, I wouldn't be here."
“Smart man, from now on, the Hung Hing gang will not be allowed in Hong Kong. What we want is cleanliness.”
“I understand, there will be no Hung Hing in Hong Kong after tomorrow.”
Feng Yuxiu took a deep breath. "It seems that things are not as complicated as I thought. Weng Haisheng... weren't you planning to challenge a martial arts master?"
Weng Haisheng's face was full of fighting spirit.
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At the deepest part of the night, the road at Kwai Chung Container Terminal resembles a giant beast lying on the ground, swallowing and spitting out a few container trucks.
Two figures faced off on the white boundary of the two-lane roadway.
In the distance, containers were piled up like mountains, and the cold light of tower cranes cut through the night, dividing the road into an arena of light and shadow.
The wind pressed in from the sea, carrying the salty, fishy smell of diesel fuel, seeping into every old wound on their bodies.
Xiahou Wu stood bare-handed, wearing only a thin coat over his prison uniform.
His gaze passed over the five-meter distance and landed on Weng Haisheng's face.
Between his brows and eyes, there was madness, there was piety, there was a kind of string on the verge of breaking.
Weng Haisheng drew two short knives from his waist. The blades reflected the headlights of the container truck in the distance, flashing like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.
His left foot was an inch shorter than his right, and the sole of his specially made boots made a tapping sound when they hit the ground.
"Xiahou Wu, weren't you looking for me? Now I'm here."
"Today we have determined who is superior and who is inferior, and we will also decide who lives and who dies."
Xiahou Wu did not answer.
His junior sister wasn't defiled by the man in front of him; there were others too! This cripple also entered the Unity Sect.
If you kill him, that person will naturally come out.
He slowly lowered his stance, his hands forming a block, which turned out to be the starting stance of Southern Fist.
The structure of the He Yi Gate combines defense and offense, like a gate blocking all paths of entry.
Weng Haisheng smiled.
He swiftly moved his short sword, the tip pointing at his throat and lower abdomen, and his feet moved.
As he lunged forward, the sound of the wind changed.
The first cut is a stab.
Weng Haisheng's right arm straightened like a gun barrel, and the tip of his knife went straight for Xiahou Wu's Adam's apple.
Xiahou Wu did not retreat. He twisted his waist, dodged the blade, and slid his right palm down the back of the blade, cutting straight at Weng Haisheng's wrist.
Grappling techniques, seeking victory in dangerous situations.
With a flick of his wrist, Weng Haisheng twisted the short knife into a spiral, not only refusing to dodge but instead meeting Xiahou Wu's five fingers head-on. He intended to use the knife to break Xiahou Wu's palms and cripple his hands.
As Xiahou Wu withdrew his hand, he kicked out with his left leg, striking Weng Haisheng's knee.
This kick was extremely powerful; if it landed squarely, the leg, which was already an inch shorter, would break on the spot.
Using one leg as a pivot, Weng Haisheng spun around like a top, while another knife pierced through his ribs and stabbed Xiahou Wu in the abdomen.
The two separated immediately upon contact, remaining five meters apart.
Xiahou Wu's coat hem was torn three inches apart, and Weng Haisheng's boots plowed a half-meter white mark on the asphalt road.
The first round is over.
A 40-foot container truck roared past the two men three meters away, the blast of air lifting their clothes and sending sand and debris from the road into the air.
Weng Haisheng glanced at the taillights of the car, his eyes showing no emotion.
"You have a burden."
Weng Haisheng stared at Xiahou Wu's feet and suddenly spoke.
"I only used 30% of my strength when I kicked out just now. You were afraid of ruining my leg."
Xiahou Wu did not deny it.
He raised his right fist, his thumb knuckle brushing against the corner of his mouth, where there was a small red mark left by the gust of wind from the blade.
"Martial arts are not a means of killing, Weng Haisheng."
Weng Haisheng did not answer, but just smiled again.
He pounced a second time.
This time it's the legs.
Weng Haisheng crouched down and swept the floor, his short boot legs cutting through the ground like a sickle, the wind he generated even blowing the sand and gravel on the road into a horizontal line.
Xiahou Wu leaped into the air, and before he could land, Weng Haisheng twisted his body in mid-air and kicked back with his left leg from an unbelievable angle.
That was the signature move of Tan Jingyao, the King of Northern Legs, which he used with even greater ferocity, speed, and ruthlessness.
Xiahou Wu crossed his arms in a rigid stance.
"bang"
With a muffled thud, he was thrown back three steps by the force, his back nearly hitting the median barrier in the middle of the road.
Weng Haisheng gave him no chance to catch his breath.
The twin swords came out again, this time with a continuous barrage of thrusts, slashes, parries, and grapples, each strike aimed at vital points, each a desperate, life-or-death technique.
He made no defensive moves because offense is defense, and killing the opponent is preserving himself.
Xiahou Wu dodged, parried, and retreated amidst the flashing blades.
He tried several times to cut into the inner circle, but Weng Haisheng blocked all close-range routes with his short knife.
He switched to using leg techniques to control the distance, but Weng Haisheng countered with even more unpredictable leg angles.
The two men fought from the edge of the traffic barrier to the center of the driving lane, and then from the driving lane to the edge of the opposite lane.
A medium-sized truck sped by with its high beams on, its horn blaring through the night.
Ignoring the warnings, Weng Haisheng stabbed Xiahou Wu in the heart.
Xiahou Wu dodged to the side, and in the process, grabbed Weng Haisheng's wrist holding the knife. The two of them rolled into the oncoming lane, entangled in each other.
The truck grazed past Weng Haisheng's back, and the rearview mirror tore through the fabric of his collar, revealing a bluish-black tattoo on his shoulder blade.
That was the character "武" (wu, meaning martial arts).
Xiahou Wu saw the word clearly.
Weng Haisheng also noticed his gaze, and for the first time his eyes cleared for a moment before being overwhelmed by an even more intense madness.
“I was born with a short leg, and my father said I wasn’t cut out for martial arts.” His voice cut through the engine’s roar. “I’d scatter salt on the ground, kneel down and rub it on my face until it bled and calluses formed. Even when a knife cut into my bone, I wouldn’t scream. Even when my opponent broke my ribs, I wouldn’t back down.”
He broke free from Xiahou Wu's grip, threw his twin swords to the ground, and lunged at him empty-handed.
"I, Weng Haisheng, am not worthy of practicing martial arts?!"
This attack was unpredictable and unstructured, brimming with the rage of a martial artist pent up after forty years of being rejected, mocked, and scorned. Xiahou Wu received the barrage of punches and kicks, each strike feeling like the desperate counterattack of a dying man.
He suddenly understood.
Weng Haisheng is not vying to be the best in the world.
He was demanding a debt from the entire martial arts world. The creditor was long gone, but he still remembered the child who knelt on coarse salt and rubbed his face with it.
Xiahou Wu refused to retreat.
He lowered his waist and sat on his horse stance, his arms seemingly sealing off the ground, using the stance training of the He Yi Men school.
Weng Haisheng's iron fist slammed into his forearm, once, twice, three times, the sound of bone hitting bone like a blunt instrument striking raw cowhide.
Xiahou Wu did not retreat, but instead took half a step forward, using his elbow to knock open Weng Haisheng's center gate, and then struck him in the chest with his palm.
This palm strike contained 80% of its power.
Weng Haisheng spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered backward, and the sole of his specially made boots tilted, causing him to lose his balance.
He knelt on one knee on the asphalt road, his hands supporting him on the ground, his back arched like a wounded beast.
A container truck drove up from behind, its headlights casting a long shadow of Xiahou Wu as he knelt on the ground.
Xiahou Wu lowered his hand.
"You have lost."
Weng Haisheng raised his head, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
He didn't look at Xiahou Wu, but at his own hands that were braced on the ground.
The edges of those hands were covered in calluses from years of hard work, the knuckles were deformed, and there were knife marks on top of knife marks on the tiger's mouth.
He suddenly pulled a third knife from his waist.
Weng Haisheng deflected the blade and lunged at Xiahou Wu.
This is a last-ditch effort.
His swordsmanship was in disarray, and his footwork was chaotic, but his suicidal aura forced Xiahou Wu to fight back with all his might.
The two engaged in close combat. Xiahou Wu used a grappling technique to lock Weng Haisheng's wrist, which was holding a knife. Weng Haisheng then used his left hand as a claw to stab Xiahou Wu in the throat.
Xiahou Wu dodged to the side, tripped over his lower body, and sent Weng Haisheng sprawling to the ground.
He tied Weng Haisheng's arms behind his back and pressed his knee down on the leg that was an inch shorter.
ended.
Xiahou Wu was still the better choice.
boom.
Suddenly, a whooshing sound rang out.
Xiahou Wumeng then released Weng Haisheng.
Feng Yuxiu walked step by step toward Xiahou Wu. He glanced at Weng Haisheng, who was getting up from the ground, and said, "Go. Your long-cherished wish has been fulfilled. The martial world has come to an end with you."
"I'm not leaving!" Weng Haisheng roared furiously. "Come again!"
Feng Yuxiu did not answer, but stared at Xiahou Wu. "I originally planned to fight you to a draw seven years ago, but now I have suddenly lost interest."
"Once a person reaches a certain point, they will find their previous goals to be very simple."
Xiahou Wu saw Feng Yuxiu; this was the first time he had seen Feng Yuxiu's face so clearly.
"Where is my junior sister?!"
Feng Yuxiu smiled slightly, "Your junior sister doesn't like you; she's always treated you like a senior brother."
"Now……"
Feng Yuxiu took a deep breath and walked step by step toward Xiahou Wu. His sleeves began to billow, and his inner energy surged forth.
Xiahou Wu's eyes turned fierce. "Kill you, and my senior brother will naturally return. She was just someone who was deceived."
"It doesn't matter, as long as you die."
At that moment, Xiahou Wu felt a powerful killing intent for the first time.
His fists were delivered with the deadly intent of a straight punch.
This punch was even more ferocious and powerful than Weng Haisheng's previous ones.
Weng Haisheng, standing behind him, became serious. Xiahou Wu had actually held back when fighting him.
The force of this punch must be avoided, otherwise one punch will definitely leave you defenseless.
Ke Fengyu Xiu continued walking towards Xiahou Wu, and then took the punch head-on to the chest.
boom!
"how is this possible?"
To Weng Haisheng's great surprise, the situation was completely different from what he had imagined.
Xiahou Wu, who threw the punch, was sent flying, his body falling through the air.
The next second, Weng Haisheng's pupils shrank, and Feng Yuxiu instantly arrived below Xiahou Wu, his knee suddenly slamming into Xiahou Wu's waist.
Click.
Xiahou Wu let out a shrill scream and fell to the ground, wailing in agony.
Feng Yuxiu stared at Xiahou Wu on the ground for a long time before slowly raising his head and revealing a relieved smile.
The entanglement across two lifetimes has finally been resolved today.
Xiahou Wu is crippled; he'll be bedridden for the rest of his life.
"Now there's another one... Lu Xuanxin, she's the one who killed me."
Feng Yuxiu turned to look at Weng Haisheng, and in a single step, he was right in front of him.
"Wow... what kind of kung fu is this? What kind of kung fu is this?"
Weng Haisheng pointed at Feng Yuxiu with a look of horror on his face.
He was still stuck in the stage of imagining iron bridges and iron horses, and seeing such terrifying kung fu skills shattered his worldview.
Feng Yuxiu patted Weng Haisheng on the shoulder and said, "Leave Hong Kong, leave Hong Kong with Shen Xue. The martial arts world is over. There's no one in Hong Kong for you to challenge anymore. As for my kung fu... leave."
Feng Yuxiu turned and left.
Weng Haisheng stood there, utterly bewildered, muttering to himself, "What kind of kung fu is this? I've never seen anything like it in my entire life... What... what am I supposed to learn? What am I supposed to learn?"
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into the night.
Lu Xuanxin remained engrossed in the files of Hong Ye and the others.
She's almost obsessed; every time she wakes up, she studies these files.
She searched for all the martial arts masters in mainland China.
"It's almost there, it's almost there..."
The lights inside the room flickered slightly, and Feng Yuxiu quietly stared at Lu Xuanxin from the corner of the room.
A silver needle popped out from between his fingers.
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"Sir, please get in the car with me."
Feng Yuxiu stood on the side of the street watching the cars around him when a man with a buzz cut got out.
Feng Yuxiu nodded. It seemed that the higher-ups hadn't expected him to resolve the situation so quickly at the last minute, resorting directly to assassination.
After getting on the bus, we drove all the way to Victoria Harbour.
I've been here for more than half a year now, and everything has been resolved.
His wishes from his previous life have all been fulfilled; it's time for him to leave.
However, he has not yet found Wang Haisheng and Peng Qianwu.
These two aren't in Hong Kong, but could they be in mainland China?
The inland area is so vast that he could never find even the most remote and hidden corner in his entire life.
Feng Yuxiu didn't plan to look for them unless the two of them revealed their skills. He was certain that they would be able to find out if they deliberately exposed themselves.
If they were content to be ordinary old farmers, Feng Yuxiu wouldn't bother with them.
I enlisted in '98 and it's time for it all to end.
dong dong dong.
As the clock on the Hong Kong Cathedral slowly struck twelve.
2007年1月1日00:00.
A new era has arrived.
"Commander, we've arrived."
The car door opened, and Feng Yuxiu stared blankly at the soldiers in the military camp.
"Commander, please come with me."
The captain led Feng Yuxiu all the way to a building.
The two went upstairs and stopped at the door on the corner of the fifth floor.
Feng Yuxiu paused for two seconds before knocking on the door. "Report."
"Enter."
A slightly sentimental woman's voice startled Feng Yuxiu, who then pushed open the door and went inside.
Upon closer inspection, a university professor stood with his back to him, hunched over his desk in the office.
"Commander," Feng Yuxiu said in a hoarse voice.
The senior colonel shuddered, then turned around abruptly.
Feng Yuxiu was taken aback for the first time when he saw the colonel's face.
Li Xuanxuan's body trembled violently, her eyes reddening. "I knew you were here."
"What are you doing here... and what's your rank...?"
Feng Yuxiu was utterly shocked.
Li Xuanxuan smiled and said, "Let's not talk about that anymore, let's get down to business."
There was no time for the two of them to reminisce here, and Li Xuanxuan had clearly matured a lot over the past few years. She was no longer the naive little girl full of immature love she was in the Steel Seventh Company.
"Sir, please speak."
"Your superiors are very satisfied with your performance. You completed the mission excellently, in addition to your previous peacekeeping missions..."
When Li Xuanxuan said the word "peacekeeping," her eyes showed a hint of heartache.
"Therefore, the higher-ups have made an exception and promoted you to the rank of colonel."
Feng Yuxiu was stunned. From major to colonel, is this an exaggeration?
"This doesn't follow the promotion procedure, does it?"
Li Xuanxuan smiled and said, "Procedures are set by people too. The leaders above have been paying attention to you for a long time, so this is what you should do. Excellent officers deserve excellent treatment. In wartime, this would be considered a promotion on the front lines. However, the merits you have made in peacetime are no less remarkable."
"The higher-ups have decided to transfer you to be the commander of the 702nd Regiment."
"Don't worry, there are 27-year-old regimental commanders, and even younger ones than you... outstanding people should move forward faster."
After giving the order, Li Xuanxuan took a deep breath and walked towards Feng Yuxiu.
Feng Yuxiu stared blankly at Li Xuanxuan.
boom!
The next second, Li Xuanxuan delivered a powerful knee strike to Feng Yuxiu's stomach.
"I'll teach you to be a womanizer! I'll teach you to be a womanizer! You've already got Xiao Fei... Oh? You even managed to snag a female boss in Hong Kong!"
"Men are all the same!"
Bang bang bang.
Feng Yuxiu covered his head and kept dodging, enduring Li Xuanxuan's punches and kicks.
He felt guilty, not expecting that Li Xuanxuan knew everything.
Wouldn't Li Xuanxuan have found out about his several visits to Heyimen to see Shan Ying?
After playing for half an hour, Li Xuanxuan was exhausted and sat down in a chair, panting heavily.
Feng Yuxiu stood nervously in the corner.
"I'm going back to report on my work the day after tomorrow. You'll come with me."
Feng Yuxiu was taken aback.
"Yes."
"Get out, get out, I get angry just looking at you."
Feng Yuxiu's alliance rushed out.
Li Xuanxuan stood up, patted her chest, wiped away her tears, and said, "Men are all the same."
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Seven days later, Feng Yuxiu stood in front of the 702nd Regiment's barracks, staring at the iconic building.
After going around in circles, he came back.
"Xu Sanduo!"
A familiar voice made Feng Yuxiu turn around abruptly.
Wang Qingrui looked at him with a smile.
"Commander."
“Hey, Sa Zi, you’re a regimental commander now… I never expected this… You’re the fastest promoted soldier I’ve ever seen. Nine years ago, you were just a soldier in the Steel Seventh Company, and in just nine years you’ve taken over from me.”
"Wasn't the 702nd Regiment reorganized?"
"That's called disrupting and abolishing, and reorganizing more information-based officers. I'm retired now."
“Look who’s that…” Wang Qingrui patted Feng Yuxiu on the shoulder.
Feng Yuxiu turned around, and in the distance stood Gao Cheng, Cheng Cai, and Wu Liuyi, who had returned...
Gan Xiaoning, Ma Xiaoshuai... Squad Leader Shi Jin...
All the soldiers of the Old Steel Seventh Company, except those who sacrificed their lives, are still here; those who followed Gao Cheng are still alive.
"You worthless bastard, I thought you weren't coming back..." Gao Cheng shouted.
Feng Yuxiu was somewhat lost in thought. "Company Commander, you're a senior colonel now."
"Who told you that... Come on, come on, let's have a dinner party tonight and get together properly. Cheng Cai, Wu Liu Yi... Did your captain approve your leave?"
"He's wearing the uniform of a company commander." The two men smiled.
"Let's go, let's go, let's drink until we drop tonight!"
Feng Yuxiu smiled and quickly ran up.
We won't leave until we're drunk. (End of Chapter)