The bartender was startled, then said, "Alright, sir."
Every day, people at the bar order "Death in an Instant" out of false curiosity, so Liu Wentian's request only made him slightly taken aback, but not exactly surprised.
Of course, many people order "Death in an Instant," but very few can finish even one drink.
Soon, a crimson "Death in an Instant" was placed on the bar by the bartender.
The rose in the drink was still as beautiful as ever and poignant. Liu Wentian looked at it for a moment, then picked up the glass and poured it into his mouth as if it was merely water.
"Another one," Liu Wentian said.
"What??"
The bartender was now scared. He suspiciously picked up the glass that Liu Wentian had put back on the bar and sniffed it. The pungent smell of alcohol hit him; no, he had not made a mistake with the drink!
The bartender stared at Liu Wentian, dumbfounded. This guy was fierce!
"I said, another one," Liu Wentian repeated.
