After finishing two glasses, Amias Lee experienced only one sensation.
Pain!
Stomach pain!
The ice-cold, bone-chilling juice had been poured directly into his stomach in such a short period of time that Amias felt a spasm in his gut, followed by unbearable bloating.
"Not bad! Like a real man, my anger has subsided... hmm..." Julius Reed glanced at the fruit tea on the table, "one-fifth."
"Thank you, Mr. Reed."
Amias Lee trembled as he squatted in front of the table, which made his stomach feel a bit more comfortable.
"However, I have to remind you," Julius Reed looked at his watch, "one minute has already passed, and there's only three minutes and fifty seconds left."
Hearing there wasn't much time left, Amias clenched his fists and picked up the third glass, frantically pouring it down his throat.
"Bleurgh..."
Because he drank too hastily and the juice was too cold, he vomited it all out onto the floor.
"The amount you throw up doesn't count."
