The familiar environment, the familiar Struwa, Yang Fan has returned.
After being away for so long, Struwa hasn't changed, still as chaotic and booming with gunfire.
Night has fallen, and the dozen or so people he hadn't seen for a long time were drinking heavily at Struwa headquarters.
At the dining table, they were talking freely and without restraint.
The last time they parted, they'd taken down the Skull Society with great vigor. Meeting again, the events of that time were still vivid.
Mu Yuqi wasn't good at drinking, so Yang Fan had her return first.
The headquarters had already arranged a house for her very well.
Monk's face was flushed; every time he spoke, it was naturally about women: "Yang Fan, this chick is pretty enough, I have to admit. The women around you are all beauties, do you want to let others live?"
"Monk, give me a break. You've ruined countless women. I'm not like you, doing the deed and running away. Just a ruthless playboy."
