"Yes, Grandmaster Wu, we respect you, but you can't make things so difficult for us," one person said.
Another chimed in, "Sigh, just when the mood was good... Well, Grandmaster Wu, I've just remembered something urgent at home, so I won't be able to stay any longer. Waiter, come here, let's settle the bill. Grandmaster Wu, we'll be taking our leave!"
With those words, the people who had been enjoying the pleasant atmosphere simply put down their wine glasses and went their separate ways. Only the heavily intoxicated Wu Yougui was left leaning against his chair, watching their departing backs, unable to rise.
"Damn! This bunch of bastards!" he cursed.
It was deep into the night when Wu Yougui finally sobered up a bit. He staggered out of the hotel and, walking along the deserted streets, felt a profound loneliness.
