One hundred and fifty cups of liquid were arrayed on the table, with gray currents swirling up and transforming into a rich aroma that lingered at the nostrils.
They all smelled the same, but Xia Feng could clearly sense that among these cups, ten were fake Evil Power Wine.
Of the one hundred and fifty cups, one hundred were for the contest, and the additional fifty were double stakes that Xia Feng had to drink extra.
"Stop observing, they're all the same; just pick any cup," Yan Xujia didn't know why, but he subconsciously found the Black Spade man very annoying.
"It's fine, let him choose slowly."
The withered man chuckled lightly, tilting his head to say, "You're Yan Xujia, right? It looks like you're a freshly evolved Evil Transformer; I guess you can't withstand much Evil Power. I'll drink twenty cups, you just drink ten."
