City Lord Mansion, in the banquet hall.
Fine food, fine wine, beautiful women singing and dancing in peace; the hall was filled with joy and laughter.
Duan Changkong sat at the high table and had little interest in the fine wine and food.
Rather, it was the dancing girls in the fiery outfits performing in the center of the hall that caught his interest.
Sun Qingfeng, the city lord, and Commander Zhao Junyi, both seated to the left and right of Duan Changkong.
Seeing the situation, Sun Qingfeng, knowing his place, waved and winked at the two dancing girls that attracted Duan Changkong's attention the most.
Soon, the two women stopped their passionate dance and approached him.
One woman poured wine for Duan Changkong, and the other clinged to his arm, coquettishly flirting with him.
"What wine should I drink, Master Duan only likes to drink milk..."
In a burst of strange laughter, Duan Changkong was unapologetic; with one in each arm, he pulled the two women into his embrace.
