"For the future of our business, Mr. Gaist."
"For the future, Mr. Stork…."
Clink.
Clarke Gaist and Tony Stork toasted their glasses and drank the wine at once.
An hour had passed with Clarke and Tony Stork chatting about business, and then, the drug kicked in.
"So… uh…" Clarke wanted to say something to Tony Stork, but he forgot it immediately. He blinked a few times, trying to refocus to no avail.
His gaze slowly blurred no matter how many times he blinked. He also felt that his body slowly got heavier. It was difficult for him to keep his posture straight, despite his superhuman strength.
"Mr. Gaist, are you okay?" Tony Stork asked. "Your face is so red. Are you drunk?"
"A—Ah, am I?" Clarke didn't know that he could be drunk. He wasn't a drinker in the first place, but he was sure that his body could expel any kind of poisons, including drinks that could cause intoxication.
