Black Sail XII

Without so much as a warning, Zhang Heng's feet flew across the tavern, before landing hard on a table! The violent landing had knocked him out for a bit, and he was on the ground for a while before mustering enough strength to stand up again.

With his head spinning, came loud cheering in the air and glasses clinking.

In contrast, the strapping man grabbed a glass of beer from the hooker who walked by with a tray.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say? I can't hear you! Speak up, you rodent," growled the muscular man with a loud burp after bottoming up his frothy pint.

Zhang Heng could do nothing about it, having lost quite a bit of weight after his recovery from the illness on the ship. Though fully recovered, his strength was still limited, requiring more time to build it back up. The muscular man notwithstanding, Zhang Heng was way stronger than his current self when he just entered this world.