Defeat
Editor: Atlas Studios
"Come, drink!"
Old Hank raised the wine glass in his hand that was the size of his head and shouted. Then, he ignored the other party's response and raised his neck to drink in large mouthfuls.
The foam of low-quality beer mixed with the wine flowed out of the corner of his mouth, staining the beard on his face everywhere. It even flowed down his chin and neck to his chest, almost soaking the clothes on his upper body.
However, Old Hank did not care about this at all. He finished the wine in one go without any pause and smashed the wine glass on the table in front of him before shouting, "Another glass!"
Then, he sighed in satisfaction and turned around. He looked at Glurik who had his head lowered and was frowning beside him and patted his shoulder forcefully.