"Is this guy the fucking God of Wine or what!" the young woman next to Bai He cried out in shock.
"Come on, let's keep going!" Bai He's face was beet-red as he clenched his teeth and fiercely guzzled his drink.
Suddenly, a few of the young men nearby, along with the rebellious-looking girl Bai He had pulled over for a drink, clutched their mouths and vomited all over each other.
Yet Bai He and Liu Mingtao still snatched up their bowls and forced the liquor down. The burning sensation in their stomachs was excruciating. One was supposed to line their stomach with food or milk when drinking; who could stand chugging it straight like this?
Putting down their large bowls, Bai He and Liu Mingtao were already feeling dizzy, their faces flushed bright red.
"Not satisfied yet? How about another case of Moutai?" Qin Long asked calmly.
