Xiao Niqiu abruptly paused in pouring his own wine, and in that split second, a chill rushed through his heart. A cold sweat broke out on his back like a pervasive stream of water, and his heartbeat accelerated to the point of suffocation.
He feigned composure and spoke, "What's different? Could it be that you can't outdrink me, and are looking for an excuse to bow out?"
The red-cheeked man, who was clearly tipsy, bristled at these words, veering off-topic as he indignantly retorted, "Am I that kind of person? Come on! Drink!"
Seeing this, Xiao Niqiu breathed a sigh of relief, although he was still filled with lingering trepidation.
With some tricks up his sleeve and the help of alcohol, he quickly had the half-drunk men sprawled out on the ground. Noticing time was running short, he hurriedly stood up.
