Until I was drunk.

Bang!

The wine glass fell to the ground.

Then there is the wine bottle.

In a series of slang and insults, the cigar that had just lit half of it fell from Barry's mouth to the ground. Mars splashed around and bounced for several consecutive times, and then stopped moving, exactly the same as Barry who was drunk on the ground.

Time passes by minute by minute.

About two minutes later, when Barry's snoring continued, the door of the room opened.

One is an ordinary wooden door.

And the other fan?

But it is an iron fence made of fine steel.

The two doors are put together...

Prison door!

Anyone who sees it will subconsciously think this way.

And naturally, the room where Barry is in is naturally a prison cell.

A very unique prison cell.

Two tall and strong men walked in.

He lifted Barry to the bed expressionlessly, then turned around and walked out.

There was no discourse communication in the whole process, nor any gesture communication.

The only strong man holding Barry's arm seemed to have a little different strength.

It is slightly heavier and lighter at the same time.

But from the outside, it can't be seen at all.

The door closed again, and Barry, who was facing up against the sky, continued to snore under the influence of alcohol.
Chapter completed!