The fat man was still not satisfied and touched his chin: "he...tui!"
He puffed out a puff of thick smoke and clapped his hands with satisfaction: "Okay."
"If you don't want to compete with me, just drink this."
The fat man pointed at the pot of mixture: "Drink this, and I will spare you today and let you go."
"How to compare."
Yang Tian glanced at the pot of things, with a cold look in his eyes.
He doesn't take such a small role seriously, but this man's behavior is disgusting!
Everyone in the box was stunned. This young man is really not afraid of tigers, so he dares to compete with the God of Bacchus in drinking?
If this scenario were to happen to any of them, they would choose to drink the messy stuff on the plate.
After all, if you drink that disgusting thing, you will have to go out and vomit a few times at most. If nothing happens, you will go to the hospital.
But if you compete with Dionysus, you don't have to go to the hospital, you have to stay in the hospital!
And no matter how much wealth there is, it will be emptied by Dionysus!
"Haha, what a good boy, you have the guts."
The fat man was stunned for a moment and gave Yang Tian a thumbs up: "Do you want to come quickly, or do you want to take your time?"
"Fast."
Yang Tian frowned, he was in a hurry and didn't want to waste time here.
The waiters in the box looked at each other and felt that Yang Tian had some brains.
More than full, that is the real test of drinking ability.
In fact, what matters more than speed is speed and patience. As long as you swallow quickly and hold back from vomiting, you can still have a glimmer of hope of winning.
"Okay, faster is easier. How many bottles of wine per person, whoever drinks it first and doesn't vomit, wins."
The fat man pointed to the various containers in the room: "These are all clean and can be used as you like. But you have to calculate the time when pouring the wine in."
"Need not."
Yang Tian glanced at those containers, and he didn't know how many people had used them, and he felt physiologically disgusted.
"Good boy, you have courage."
The fat man's eyes flashed with astonishment.
If you pour the wine out, you will lose your breath, but if you drink it in your stomach, you will feel better. Generally, people who play this game with him will choose to pour the wine out and drink it.
If Yang Tian abandons this method, he will have a greater advantage, so naturally he won't say anything.
"Serve the wine and put this thing away."
The fat man waved his hand and said.
He made that thing, but when it was placed in front of him and let him look at it, he felt disgusted.
"etc."
Yang Tian's eyes flashed slightly: "Keep it, the loser will use it as punishment."
The drunken fat man was stunned.
Then a coldness appeared on his face, this kid clearly thought he would lose!
It's really ridiculous. He is a great Dionysian, but he will lose to a little-known boy?
"Okay, since you want to die, I will help you."
The fat man let out a cold laugh.
The waiter brought the same wine and placed it in front of both of them. One of the waiters picked up the timetable and stood in the most conspicuous position.
"preparation!"
the waiter shouted.
"start!"
With an order, Yang Tian popped open the bottle cap with one hand, brought the bottle to his mouth, and poured it into his stomach without even taking a breath.
The drunken man noticed his posture with his peripheral vision, and his eyes became more sarcastic. Drinking like this, if you drink 10% of the amount, you will be considered powerful.
The gas that comes from the top of this wine is not that fun.
However, Yang Tian poured bottle after bottle into his stomach without feeling any nausea at all.
The fat man was a little panicked. Seeing more and more wine bottles in front of Yang Tian, he didn't care about breathing and speeded up.
