A fiery sensation spread through his body.
Like a burning flame, it instantly chased away the chill in his bones.
Chief Bird's cheeks flushed slightly and his eyes grew brighter. He raised his glass and drained the rest of the Tundra Bonfire.
He let out a breath heavy with alcohol and gave the bartender a thumbs-up.
"Fantastic! This stuff really packs a punch!"
The bartender smiled and nodded, as if he were already used to such reactions.
Just then, Sun Jia strode into the bar and came up to Feng Shan, an excited expression on his face. "Brother Feng, do you need to keep any of the weapons for yourself?"
"No need, take them straight to the shooting range." Feng Shan waved his hand, then thought for a moment. "Actually, I'll go with you to the range. Chief, are you staying here to drink, or coming with us?"
"Let's go. Those assholes at the FBI are still waiting for my investigation report. I have to make an appearance." Chief Bird reluctantly put down his glass.
