The average person's alcohol tolerance is around four or five liang (200-250 ml), and with these two-jin (1 kg) bottles of Erguotou on the table, not to mention drinking it down in one gulp, it would be nearly impossible to finish drinking it at all.
And if someone did drink it all in one gulp, they wouldn't die, but they'd certainly be left half-dead.
Qiao Jie glanced at the bottle on the table, then lifted his head to look at Chen Yang, his eyes exceptionally cold as he said, "Kid, do you even know what you're doing?"
Chen Yang, as if he hadn't heard Qiao Jie's words, pointed at the Erguotou and said with a light smile, "Either you drink it yourselves or I make you drink it, your choice."
The people present were startled and hadn't expected Chen Yang to be so domineering, to disregard Qiao Jie entirely, causing the expressions on everyone's faces to turn chillier.
