If this were before, five bottles would have been the leader's limit.
But today, before this, he had already blown through one bottle with the other strong men.
Now after drinking six bottles in a row, that was definitely beyond his limit.
The reason he pushed himself so hard was just to be on the safe side.
But now he could be sure—six bottles, Chen Feng definitely couldn't handle that much.
"It's your turn!"
The leader threw the empty bottle onto the table, propping up his somewhat dizzy brain, and looked at Chen Feng.
"Is that your limit?"
Chen Feng slightly hooked the corner of his mouth and asked with a smile.
"Yeah, as long as you can beat me, you win!"
The leader was straightforward, nodding as he spoke.
"Then you're definitely losing!"
Chen Feng said indifferently, his words filled with confidence.
However, this drew extremely contemptuous looks from the people around.
