Tian Xingjian was grinning stupidly, these people were just too interesting. Their bodies bore footprints, their eyes were bruised, some even had nosebleeds, yet they all struck victorious poses. He chuckled drunkenly. His unrestrained laughter sounded so abrupt, so piercing, in the empty bar.
One of the so-called victors finally couldn't stand it anymore and stepped up. He slapped Fatty with the back of his hand and said, "Stupid pig, get lost!" Fatty's reaction was a bit slow; it took him a while to realize he'd been slapped. He touched his face stupidly, stood there pitifully, tears rolling in his eyes as if he might burst into tears at any moment.
