Surrender

"Are you giving up now?" Marco asked as Edward had just entered the VIP room and immediately handed the two car keys on the table.

"Looks like he did give up. Don't you think about your pride anymore?" Kevin asked as he folded his arms across his chest. The man stared at the two car keys that were on the table at the moment.

"I just don't want to do it," Edward replied casually. The man was now sitting on the soft sofa and pouring the whiskey from the bottle into the clear glass glass in front of him. When the man was about to take a sip, Marco suddenly grabbed the glass.

"Are you really that easy to give up?" Marco asked seriously.

"I've made up my mind. I give up. You can take my car. And excuse me to interrupt my drink," replied Edward, who had pulled the glass of whiskey back from Marco's hand. The man gulped it down very smoothly until the fifth glass.