Chapter 478
One hour ago.
After more than an hour of competition, the "Strongest God of Wine" contest had devolved into chaos.
At first, there were rules, and the contestants all adhered to them.
About an hour into the competition, the atmosphere reached a fever pitch. Everyone elbowed in, grabbing their drinks, whoever fell first or staggered would be dragged off by the security guard.
The alcohol was strong. Under the rule of survival of the fittest, within fifteen minutes, only three people remained on the stage.
With fewer people, the rules were quickly reestablished, and the competition proceeded in earnest.
They were all potbellied alcoholics who drank several jugs of liquor a day, and at this moment, none of them wished to give up. They chugged the liquor, none of them eager to undergo the hearing and vision tests first.
