The rooftop of the warehouse was the place where the eagle group often gathered. There were tables and benches, and even two recliners. At this moment, a group of people were discussing their next move in a circle, suddenly, they heard a shout from the street below. For a moment, everyone quieted down. They looked at each other and one of them said, “Are you calling for us?”
“Who is it?”The other person was puzzled. He stood up and walked towards the building. He looked down and indeed saw a person standing in the middle of the street and looking up. When he saw that half of the person’s body was stretched out, he quickly waved his hand.
That person had come over to take a look without a care, but when he quickly saw the attire of the people downstairs, the first thing he did was to quickly shrink back. His expression changed drastically as he said to the other eighteen people, “It’s thousand miles drunk! !”
Everyone was shocked and asked forever, “How many people?”