Bitter liquor slid down his throat...warm and comforting.
Heh heh heh.
Blue Eyes felt slightly odd, the alcohol speeding up his blood circulation, and the effect of the painkillers, enhanced by the alcohol, seemed to be magnified.
If any medical groups knew they were using painkillers like this, they might praise them as geniuses in pharmacy!
This was simply murder!
But for the Venom Gang, as long as they could make more money, they didn't care!
The Venom Gang's bar was quieter compared to other gang's lively ones. Everyone quietly found a spot to sit and then began to enjoy a rare moment of peace.
Even without sofas or chairs, they would lean against the walls to sit because their legs would shake and couldn't support them after drinking too much.
After two drinks, Blue Eyes finally felt completely comfortable; he even almost pissed himself, but he didn't care, he was happy now.
