Wolfsky was determined to drink Lin Chuan under the table, but he found himself almost unable to keep up with Lin Chuan. He gritted his teeth, almost losing control of his body. Despite drinking heavily, Wolfsky's rapid consumption meant all the alcohol concentrated in his bloodstream, leaving him in a semi-stupor, and his body gradually stopped obeying him.
"Lin Chuan, let's... let's keep drinking!" Wolfsky slurred.
"Drink, let's drink." Lin Chuan shouted with a rugged voice.
Wolfsky drank confusedly, while Lin Chuan only pretended to drink, sipping gently. Yet, Wolfsky was downing almost half a cup in one go, his drinking momentum truly intimidating, and his tolerance enormous—at least a pound and a half, maybe two, with no visible effect so far. Truly shocking.
Lin Chuan's lips curled into a curious smile.
Beyoncé, across from him, also gave a mischievous smile.
Thud...
