As Cheng Zhu's words fell, the atmosphere in the private room began to change, a hint of gunpowder entering the air.
But this is how men of this age drink, they just love to trash talk each other.
Even men in their forties and fifties do the same.
Shen Minglang, being both the captain and the cousin, obviously had to step up at this time.
"What the hell are you talking about! Drink the alcohol first, you agreed to the bet, now drink double!"
"Eight people lost, and you still have the face to whine, you can't shirk the alcohol for sure. Even if you want a one-on-one challenge, you have to finish the penalty drinks first!"
With that, the birthday boy ran over happily, lined up eight cups on the table, and poured the alcohol evenly into them.
