When A Pig-like Teammate Strikes

"Of course, comrade. A truly joyous occasion!" Feng Fan forced a grin, while beside him, Dong Tao barely concealed his disgust, his displeasure written all over his face.

Feng Fan discreetly attempted to connect his mind to the drunkard beside him, hoping to uncover what exactly they were celebrating. But all he found was a chaotic mess of slurred thoughts and drunken ramblings—completely useless.

Before he could probe further, another man, slightly less intoxicated, staggered over with a boisterous laugh. "That's right! Let's drink until we drop on this joyous occasion! Cheers!"

Both the wasted man and his slightly more coherent companion raised their glasses high in celebration.

"Sir, your beers," the bartender said, placing two mugs in front of Feng Fan.

As he turned to grab them, his mind inadvertently connected with the bartender's thoughts.