Chapter 440 Lanci's Kahn Makes Decision, Countdown Begins_1

As time went on, empty wine glasses were filled one after another, then swiftly emptied again.

Jailor Daria's face had turned red, and the movement of her hand holding the glass had slowed down.

Hyperion was still feeding wine to the Great Love Poet.

Just now, as the Great Love Poet was drinking, Hyperion had intermittently heard Antanas, who was behind him, mention seven or eight possible scenarios in which they might pass through today.

But none of them involved Lan Fu surviving and returning.

At last, Jailor Daria could no longer continue and put down her wine glass.

She tried to stand up, staggered, slipped a few steps on the ground, and fell back onto the table. Her cheek pressed against the tabletop and she couldn't lift herself up anymore.

"You're too strong; I've never seen anyone drink like this..."

Even though the limp Jailor Daria was completely incapacitated, her mouth was still full of praise.