"Neigh~"
A few seconds later, the skinny horse let out a short cry, reminding him they had arrived.
Liu Zheng opened his eyes; they had reached the gate outside.
"Ugh~"
He turned over and got off the horse, but before he could speak, the skinny horse vomited all over the place, the strong smell of alcohol permeating the air.
"Uh..."
Liu Zheng shook his head helplessly.
No wonder the ride felt strange this time; it seemed it had drunk too much.
Metropolis is truly a place full of drunks, yet their tolerance isn't all that great.
The skinny horse awkwardly grinned, looking embarrassed even with its horse face.
It pointed to the vomit on the ground and winked at Liu Zheng.
"I'll find someone to clean this up."
He sighed and took out his phone to call Black Skull.
"Nigga, can you send a few fly men over for cleanup?"
"Yes, not a corpse, no explosion, just a friend who drank too much and vomited."
"Right outside the cemetery. Okay, thank you, Nigga."
