"So, how much did you lose this time? I haven't seen Leopard Head poking his head out—don't tell me you gambled him away?"
On the way toward the Dragon Nest, Ansheng clicked his tongue in mild amazement, eyeing the surrounding buildings as he asked Wang Qiqi beside him with curiosity.
The aboveground buildings of the Dragon Nest were very distinctive, with that "a view with every step" sort of legendary charm. If an outsider broke into the manor, they might never realize there were five or six hundred ax‑wielding thugs hidden in the woods.
"How could I possibly put the Golden Leopard on the table?" Wang Qiqi said, face full of displeasure:
"During the New Year, it was eating and drinking well, got a bit food-drunk, so I left it in Chang'an City as a Defender in case anything unexpected happened....."
Animals might not have the concept of "food coma," but they definitely had the concept of "post‑meal drowsiness."
