Chapter 698

Matthew didn't expect that this topic would come up. However, since Kingston didn't want to give him the Plague Compendium, there was no point in trying to small talk his way to it. He could only try to look for another way to go about it. Thus, he turned his car around and left. The car was stopped in front of a garden. As the both of them entered the yard, they saw that there were still leftovers on the table inside the house, which reeked of alcohol. Kingston went into the house and plopped immediately onto the couch, exclaiming, "I'm dead tired. I ran around so much my legs are just about to fall off." Matthew was speechless. How could Kingston just leave the table like that without cleaning it up first? He just realized that there were a few alcohol bottles that were still left exposed, uncapped. He walked over, reached out to grab the bottle caps, and was about to close the bottle shut when a brilliant idea flashed in his mind. If Kingston was drunk, he would be able to spi