"Hahaha! Brother, your drinking capacity is impressive, a thousand cups less when meeting a fellow drinker, what a true joy today is! Another round!"
The amount of liquor in this pot was more than two kilograms.
In just a few minutes, both men had each drunk three pots, with neither showing a red face or racing heart, but rather, they both appeared spirited and bright-eyed.
"Great liquor! So refreshing!"
Liquor filled.
Cheers.
Refill.
Drink again.
In one breath, both men each drank another two pots.
But then.
Duan Meng's drinking speed began to slow, while Ye Fei continued as if it was nothing, calm and collected as though he wasn't drinking pots but mere cups.
With a tilt of the head, a pot of liquor would be gone.
Duan Meng secretly admired it.
Once, he had considered himself the unrivaled drinker of the world.
But he hadn't expected that this young man's capacity would far exceed his own!
"Hahaha! Brother, solid! I admire you! Come on, let's keep going!"
