Marlon, The Bartender

The bartender and the five guys kept watching Fein's state. When the two-minute mark passed, Fein was still up and as if chugging the bottle of rum didn't do anything to him at all.

"This is impossible." The bartender muttered in disbelief. "Even the strongest champion only lasted for two minutes. Why does it seem that you're not affected at all!?"

"I said... No matter how strong the drink is... It's just like milk to me." Fein casually answered. He really didn't feel anything at all. And even if they give him four or hundred of the same bottle of rum, it would be the same.

Of course, Fein won't risk that. He wasn't so sure what could a hundred bottles do to his body, even if he was an S rank that would be too risky.