"Is he... is he even human?!"
Everyone watched Hao Jian chug over ten bottles of Laobaigan Liquor with bewildered expressions. Although it seemed like he was about to keel over, swaying, he just wouldn't fall.
"Why hasn't he fallen yet?"
Liu Yong's face was flushed red, with a hint of urgency in his eyes. By now, Hao Jian had drunk more than ten people under the table, yet this guy still wouldn't fall. And didn't this guy claim that he couldn't drink?!
"Liu Yong, come back! Don't be rude to the guests!"
Zhang Gui couldn't watch anymore and called Liu Yong back. It's fine for others to get drunk, but Liu Yong absolutely couldn't afford to get drunk, as he represented Zhang Gui's reputation.
It's rather alarming. Liu Yong was known to be the best drinker here; Zhang Gui had seen Liu Yong down five or six bottles of Maotai without stopping before. Yet he's been pushed to this state by Hao Jian?
