"Glug! Glug!"
Three minutes later, another dozen beers had been finished off; at this point, Lin Yifan was beginning to feel a bit tipsy; however, he was still sober and could continue drinking, so he loudly exclaimed, "Another dozen, please!"
"Wow, he can really drink!" the people around him who were drinking marveled.
Lin Yifan had consecutively polished off three dozen beers in an incredibly short amount of time, and they felt ashamed of their inferior skills, admiring him immensely.
"Is his stomach made out of a barrel? How can he fit so much liquid in there?" someone wondered.
This was somewhat abnormal since Lin Yifan hadn't gone to the bathroom even once up to this point.
"Maybe he's the legendary God of Wine!" someone guessed in disbelief. Only that could explain all these questions.
On the other side, the female bartender was also staring in amazement; she hadn't expected Lin Yifan to finish another dozen so quickly.
