The atmosphere in the bar instantly ignited, with patrons' hormones surging, letting out a roar like a tidal wave!
Downing twenty-four bottles in one go, it was simply like a Wine God had descended!
Sonny Ridge fixed his gaze on those empty bottles on the table, his pupils suddenly contracting.
"Quiet!"
His face ashen, he shouted, and the noisy bar instantly fell silent.
Everyone turned their attention to him, losing ten million in the drinking challenge—no one dared to upset Ridge while he was fuming.
"What's the matter, bro? You can't afford to lose?"
Julius Reed slowly turned around, expressionless, "With so many people watching today, do you want to tarnish Black Wind Bar's reputation?"
Upon hearing this, Ridge's heart suddenly tightened.
The Black Wind Bar drew in so many patrons partly because it was safe.
Secondly, because the bar's reputation was solid—no one dared to default on their debts here.
