Liu Chen widened his eyes and said, "What? Still drinking at this time?" Although Lin Ping was a bit drunk, facing Liu Chen's obvious attitude, he ultimately chose to stop drinking.
Even though Liu Chen knew Lin Ping could hold his liquor remarkably well, with tomorrow being the competition, drinking so much tonight was hard to justify. Qin Bu, whose stomach was already feeling quite full, was patting his belly contentedly, preparing to stand up and leave, when he suddenly felt a chill on his back, instinctively dodging a long sword thrust.
Fortunately, Qin Bu's sixth sense was precise, otherwise, this stab would have left him feeling cold to the bone. The attacker's movements were very nimble, barely giving Qin Bu a chance to counter before he darted away again. Although he abandoned the thought of assassinating Qin Bu, he fled toward the inside of the restaurant, leaving Qin Bu with no intention of letting this opportunity slip by, immediately giving chase.
