With Feifei's dizzy talk, there is Li Tian's shadow in the quiet street.

It's more than one o'clock now. Several restaurants in this area are almost closed. Only the lights outside are still shining.

Occasionally you can see a car or two passing by, but a pedestrian? But very few.

Feifei was sitting on the ground so decadently, trying to sober himself up, but he couldn't.

At this moment, suddenly in the quiet street in front of me, there was a loud shout from several men who drank there.

"Damn it, today's fucking bad luck, and lost money, damn it."

"If you lose, you lose. Lao Tzu will win again...