Chen Feng told the shopkeeper to bring a case of beer and set it in front of He Hu.
He Hu's Adam's apple bobbed with fear.
Because before he came here, he'd already knocked back over ten bottles.
Another ten bottles down, and he'd be stripped down to his skin, dead or alive.
"How about this, brother, I kneel down and apologize to this lady?"
He Hu suggested.
Bang.
Chen Feng crushed an empty bottle, gripped the sharp shards, placed them against He Hu's throat, and asked with a devious smile, "What do you say?"
"I'll drink, I'll drink."
He Hu backed down.
Under Chen Feng's vigilant gaze, He Hu drank one bottle after another, non-stop.
Halfway through, He Hu threw up a few times.
However, in the end, He Hu braved it out and drained all ten bottles. After downing the last one, He Hu slumped to the ground, extremely close to breaking, panting heavily.
"Did you enjoy the drinks?"
Chen Feng looked down at He Hu from his higher position.
