"Shut up, will you?" Jace Pierce said.
The waiter came in, bringing many glasses and liquor, and placed all the food from another table onto one table, then arranged thirty glasses on each side of the empty table, starting to fill each glass with alcohol.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Jace Pierce rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.
"Wait, didn't I just drink three glasses? Take away three glasses," Flynn Knight said.
Aurora Blaine watched the scene from the side, smiling, "Fourth Young Master, aren't you guys supposed to be brothers in arms, going through thick and thin together? Shouldn't you drink those 30 glasses again with Jace?"
Flynn Knight replied, "What's wrong with that? Brothers in arms? Goodbye and never see again!"
"That's really heartless," Aurora Blaine remembered something, "You don't have any matches coming up, right?"
During competition periods, professional players shouldn't drink too much alcohol; it's best to abstain.
