"Cheers!"
As the three men lifted their bottles again.
A kilogram of liquor was swallowed down their throats once more.
At this moment, many bottles had already been scattered on the ground.
By estimate, each person must have consumed five or six kilograms of white liquor.
"My God, these guys have huge capacities!"
"Drinking like this, could it cause any trouble?"
"What do you know, hammerheads, Mr. Zhou's nickname is 'Zhou Shijin', and no one is his match, whether on the battlefield or at the dining table."
"I've heard that Prince Zhen Nan is also a fierce general, always drinking heartily when he returns in triumph, downing ten or eight kilograms with ease."
"That kid's tolerance doesn't seem bad either, he hasn't collapsed yet."
The bystanders could only watch the excitement.
But now, all three were hiding daggers behind their smiles.
As soldiers, they all possess the genes of being bravely competitive.
Thus, this drinking bout is equivalent to their battlefield.
