Two bottles per person, quaffed in one go, almost half a bowl even with a large ocean-sized bowl.

"Cheers!" Zhan Feilong genuinely laughed this time, you just wait and see kid, showing off, huh? One bowl down and you'll immediately turn into a dead dog, damn it!

What followed was an astonishing scene. Zhu Bufan first set down his empty bowl, and before putting it down, he purposely swayed the bottom of the bowl upwards twice, not a single drop of liquor left. Then looking at him, his face wasn't red, he wasn't out of breath, not a single problem at all.

Half a minute later, Zhan Feilong painfully set down his ocean-sized bowl, having also finished drinking, but looking at his face flushing red, panting heavily like a bull, he was obviously in a lot of pain.

He now had no time to mock Zhu Bufan, eagerly picking up a bowl of sweet soup in front of him and gulping it down.

Zhan Feilong felt that he had completely lost his dignity, so he did not waste further words with Zhu Bufan. While drinking the soup, he covertly patted Yang Ju on the back. The message was clear, it's your turn!

Yang Ju, left with no choice, stiffly stood up and said, "Zhu Bufan, let me also toast you a drink!"

Still using the large ocean-sized bowl, Yang Ju, a gorgeous lady, could drink two kilograms of liquor, but... drinking it all at once was insane, even she felt nervous just thinking about it. She had initially thought that after Zhan Feilong's bowl of liquor, Zhu Bufan—the lad—would just collapse, and there wouldn't be a need for her to step in.

In fact, that's what Zhan Feilong had thought too, but he miscalculated!

Zhu Bufan poured two bottles into his bowl, Yang Ju poured one bottle, holding the other in her hand but hesitated. Drinking two bottles in one go was deadly. But since Zhu Bufan had already poured two bottles on his side, if she didn't pour...

Yang Ju gritted her teeth, about to pour the liquor into the bowl when Zhu Bufan swiftly, in a flash, snatched the bottle from Yang Ju's hand, saying seriously, "Sister Ju, when you drink with me, it should be fair. You just need to drink one bottle!"

"I..." Yang Ju's face flushed red as she said, "How could I do that, I..."

Zhu Bufan continued, "Sister Ju, you've always been so kind to me! I'll drink this bottle for you, consider it mine." Another bottle of liquor was then poured into Zhu Bufan's bowl.

A bowl filled with three bottles of liquor, brimming just half a centimeter shy from the edge. In contrast, Yang Ju's bowl had only a small half-bowl, completely disproportionate.

"Cheers!" The two clinked their bowls and picked up their ocean-sized bowls to start drinking again.

This time, Yang Ju finished first, because Zhu Bufan's bowl had three times the amount of her liquor and it was the second round of drinking, he couldn't drink as cleanly as before.

After this bowl of liquor, Zhu Bufan's face finally changed color. Sweat also broke out on his forehead, but he wasn't as unbearable as Zhan Feilong.

"Bro, you've drunk quite a lot, have some food and drink some sweet soup!" Zhan Feihuang hastily brought some soup to Zhu Bufan, which was half-diluted with water.

Zhu Bufan just finished a bowl of soup when Zhan Feilong stood up again, thick-skinned and said, "Zhu Bufan, I know you've also drunk a lot. Let's go easier this time, drink one bottle at a time."

This time, Zhan Feilong only poured one bottle.

Drink! After gulping down a bowl of liquor, Zhan Feilong felt dizzy and unsteady, seeing the Zhu Bufan opposite him, his face grew even redder, the beads of sweat on his forehead got bigger, but he just refused to fall!

It was just a little bit more. This time, without Zhan Feilong's prompting, Yang Ju took the initiative to pour the drinks. She poured one bottle, but Zhu Bufan still poured two. Yang Ju's expression subtly changed, yet said nothing, while Zhan Feilong secretly snickered, thinking this kid is surely tired of living!

To take on two against one and still act tough, you'll have no idea how you die soon!

But Zhan Feihuang couldn't bear to watch, grabbing Zhu Bufan's wine bowl, she solemnly asked, "Brother, it's two against one, how can you still play like this, one bottle for her and one for you would be enough, it's already tough against the two of them."

"Ah, little Huang, you're wrong there," Zhan Feilong toughened his old face and said, "It's right for a man to give way to women, haven't I always let you win?"

"Fine, fine, then bring it on. You and I hit one bottle, and you drink two for me to see."

"I...Okay, let's drink. As long as you can down one bottle, I'll drink two for you to see!" At this point, Zhan Feilong could only bite the bullet and stick it out.

"All right, all right, little Huang, don't mess around, I'm fine!" Zhu Bufan forcibly intervened, pushing Zhan Feihuang back to her seat, knowing well his own tolerance. If he can't handle it, he definitely won't show off.

But Zhan Feihuang was just a novice, a rookie. How could she be a match for Zhan Feilong, Yang Ju, and others in terms of drinking? Alcohol tolerance isn't something that you can fake; if you can't drink anymore, you just can't, and forcing it will only harm oneself!

Zhu Bufan and Yang Ju clinked bowls and drank it all in one go! After finishing, Zhu Bufan put down the bowl and immediately rushed to the restroom. His speed was unbelievably fast, but the bowl was indeed emptied. Impressive!

Hehe, this kid finally couldn't hold on anymore? Is he rushing to the restroom to vomit? Although Zhan Feilong was secretly thrilled, he still felt it wasn't satisfying enough. It would be better to see this kid collapse on the spot at the table, flailing wildly!

Zhu Bufan was delayed in the restroom for nearly three minutes before finally coming out. He wasn't completely drunk, but a human's stomach has its limits. Drinking four or five bottles in one go, even if it's water, would make anyone feel stuffed to death!

But all you need to do is get rid of that water from your body, and then you can continue drinking.

When drinking beer, many people can't control their bladder and end up peeing on the spot, but with liquor, because it inherently contains strong "firepower" that burns, you not only can't urinate, but must also replenish a large amount of water.

However, with binge drinking like Zhu Bufan's, the water from the drink can't be metabolized and evaporated in time, it must be expelled from the body through urination.

Zhan Feilong was already prepared to head to the restroom to "rescue" someone, but was shocked to see Zhu Bufan staggering out, his face turning green!

Is this guy even human anymore? How can his alcohol tolerance be so outrageously good! But seeing Zhu Bufan's wobbly stance was enough to prove he was at his limit.

Zhan Feilong was also feeling light-headed and unsteady, but even so, he must keep up the fight to the end. If it ends like this, it would be a draw for both sides, but! Zhan Feilong and another person were taking on Zhu Bufan together, and coming out with a draw due to Zhu Bufan's "concession". In fact, that would mean Zhan Feilong lost.

This is definitely not acceptable, Zhan Feilong absolutely can't accept this result of "losing" and must drink Zhu Bufan under the table.

"Brother, how's it going? If you can't drink, just drop it. Just say the word, and we'll stop immediately, how does that sound?" Zhan Feilong went around in circles, still pushing Zhu Bufan to continue drinking.

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