Soon, everyone had drunk fifty cases of alcohol. Of course, thirty-five cases had gone into Su Yang's belly.
But for the rest of the people, each still had to share a case at least.
Su Yang acted as if everything was fine, but most of these people had run to the bathroom to either throw up or have diarrhea. Now, just the sight of alcohol made them wish they were dead.
"Guys, we're not making good progress here, there are still fifty cases left, we need to speed up!" Su Yang slapped the table and said.
Everyone was close to breaking down. How long had it been? They had drunk so much, and he still wasn't satisfied with the pace? Bottle after bottle, without a break, even Iron Man couldn't handle this, right?
At this critical moment, another group of people entered through the door. At the forefront was a middle-aged man, who scanned the scene before his eyes finally landed on He Liang, and he asked coldly, "Xiao Liang, what's going on here?"
