674 Farewell Party (2/2)
”Karl, shut up! ” Wang Ben heard a musical voice come up from a corner of the room. He rubbed his eyes to see who that was.
”Lumi?” Wang Ben murmured in disbelieve. The shy girl had grown up to be a confident and attractive young woman.
”Haha! Wang Ben is blushing!” Karl shouted, and everyone laughed with him.
Wang Tong watched his friends as his heart was filled with joy.
”Sisters and Brothers, I want you to know why you are here today. We are celebrating Wang Tong's victory in his upcoming battle. Patroclus will have his a*s handed over to him on a platter! Haha! ” Karl shouted at the top of his lungs.
”Although Wang Tong is not as powerful as me, I do trust him alright,” Apache said with a smirk. His sarcastic comment had garnered more laughter than Karl's foolish banter.
”Wang Tong, I believe that you already have a plan. I hope you are successful!” Zhang Jin said.
”Thank you, sister Zhang Jin. Thank you for saving me out of Norton. Without you, I would still be trapped in that damn place, eating Zerg meat every day.”
”Well, I sometimes wish I hadn't saved you. ” Zhang Jin shook her head.
”What?”
”Hehe... I should have stayed with you on Norton, and we could have lived happily ever after.” Zhang Jin said without giving showing a hint that she was joking.
”Haha! I am honored!” Wang Tong laughed and then upped his glass to drain the last of its content.
Li Shiming and Porten were also invited to the party. After they had shared a few cups of drinks together, they were already talking and joking with each other like old friends.
”Kill that SOB! I can't wait to go to the moon and hug an Ivantian girl. They are the best!” Porten said candidly.
”Let me know if you need any help! I want you to win, for the sake of my sister. Haha!” Li Shiming laughed and then patted Wang Tong's shoulder friendly.
”Haha, sounds like I don't have the permission to die yet.”
The party lasted for hours, and Old Fart was the first one to leave. Although he wished to stay longer, sleepiness was gradually claiming him.
Ma Xiaoru didn't interrupt Wang Tong even once when he was talking to his friends. She knew that tonight might very likely be the last time they would ever see Wang Tong again.
”Mr. Wannabe, how is the drink?” Charcoal asked curiously.
”Not bad…pretty good actually!”
Zachery was lying. As a super Einherjar, he could no longer exist in the world in a solid form, much less taste anything of this world. In order to witness Wang Tong's victory, he had spent the last of his soul essence to appear in the world as a shadowing image.
”I'm kind of getting bored. Let's play chess.”
”Sure! Mr. Wannabe, aren't you worried about Master at all? My data shows that the two of them are equally powerful.”
”The outcome doesn't matter to them.” Mr. Wannabe answered abruptly.
”Fine, fine. But I don't want to play chess with you. You suck at it.”
”Bullsh*t! I am a super Einherjar. That means I will beat anyone at anything.” Mr. Wannabe rebutted.
That night, Wang Tong passed out after midnight, and he was carried to his room by his equally drunken friends.