When I dragged Ryan out of a bar, he was drunk as a pile of mud.
I was already covered in sweat before I dragged him a few meters away. Damn it, I gritted my teeth and didn't expect him to respond to me. I just wanted to complain.
"Damn... Ryan, why are you so crazy? You drink like this..."
He burped and laughed in a daze: "Haha... If you don't go crazy... Who knows when I can... Come back..."
He had a loud tongue and spoke vague German that I could barely understand. "You guys are drinking here, and I'm going to London to drink fog..."
I knew he was complaining about the plan for the air raid on London. "Stop complaining. They have already started preparing for the celebration banquet. Just wait until you come back and drink as much as you like at the banquet."
"Then you have to... Come back alive..."
He suddenly made a sound that made me feel bad. I hurriedly wanted to let go, but it was already too late.
Ryan spat all over me, and I wanted to shake him off, but I didn't expect that he was almost stuck to me like glue, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pull it off.
Oh my gosh I just did the laundry!
"Ryan... Go to London and drink your fog!!"