After playing a few rounds, a few young ladies and young masters were already dizzy. Liu Yun curled his lips and raised his head, looking like he was looking down on everyone.
"Is that all? Is that all?! I haven't even drunk a glass and I'm about to die from my cravings. Can you guys do it? If you can't, you can beg for mercy. If you surrender, you'll lose half!"
When everyone heard this sarcastic and mocking joke, they laughed and gained some fighting spirit.
"I don't believe that I won't be able to make Brother Yun drink today. This time, I'll bet on dog Number Five. Damn it, this dog has been last five times. This time, it has to do something unexpected. I'll bet eight glasses of baijiu!"
"I'll go with you! If I don't give this b*tch enough to drink, I won't go to the washroom today!"
"Me too, me too!"
"I'll bet ten cups! I'll make him drink it all in one go. How arrogant!"
