Basil Jaak burped out the lingering effects of alcohol, his eyes clouded with drunkenness as he looked at the cousin and gave a foolish smile, "Cousin, are you going to drink with me?"
"What, are you afraid?" The cousin provocatively asked.
"Dare, why not! If cousin wants to drink with me, even if I die from it, I'll accompany you." Basil Jaak said cheerfully.
The cousin gave a cold snort and said impatiently, "Stop the nonsense, let's get started!"
Basil Jaak and the cousin each picked up a jar of alcohol and poured it into their mouths.
The spicy wine didn't stay in the mouth for a second, it slid directly down the throat and into the stomach, the burning sensation was like having a fireball in the stomach, it was uncomfortable.
But to be alive is to breathe!
The cousin felt a tumultuous tempest in his stomach but forcibly held back from vomiting, just to make Basil Jaak drunk.
