Behind Jiang Feng and Situ Yan, there was a table of bare-chested big men drinking heartily.
There was a pile of empty bottles at their feet, and the voice just now had come from the mouth of a big man whose face was red from drinking.
But the big man was obviously not talking to Jiang Feng and Situ Yan; he was just high on alcohol, chatting away with his friends.
"Of course I know! My second aunt's maternal uncle's third brother-in-law once cleaned Jiang Feng's car, and he was lucky enough to chat with Jiang Feng, who is really extraordinary, with a heroic appearance, broad shoulders, and a sturdy build."
"Nonsense, does Jiang Feng even drive? He's just a civilian, very low-key. My second great-uncle doesn't say that; he fixed Jiang Feng's shoes and said Jiang Feng looked very unusual, with a fierce aura, like the Guan Gong in the temple!"
